Saturday, July 14, 2007



I ask for directions

Bent over me,

Breath plays

As you explain

Now I’m really



I rock on

The heft

Of your hand

It would be shallow

To love you

Just for this.

(But I could.)


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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