Wednesday, January 16, 2008


It’s morning already
cogs turning clear
annoyingly bright

If I were sensible
I would start the long road
to my parents’ home now

You huddle me under the sheets
your joints locked
into corners around me
hunger and the scent
of love close
enclose me

I’m wrestling you
for the freedom to breathe,
laughter choking my lungs

You exert your lover’s rights
to drip saltily on me
I reach to wipe your brow
but o, my love, my heart--
your eyes…


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