Saturday, July 14, 2007

CALLING

Pilot

I ask for directions


Bent over me,

Breath plays


As you explain

Now I’m really


Lost.



Rockstar

I rock on

The heft

Of your hand


It would be shallow


To love you

Just for this.

(But I could.)



General


Mouth pulsing

You start a war


Your words are

Works in progress

And bite like ice


Shock like sheet lightning

Like sunstroke

Like revelation.


You started a war

But your entreaty

Hides here, in touch.




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