Monday, February 11, 2013

The Cure

This backbend is the future
tight wire of dreams
warm like dance
step, tip-toe

*
your toenail could tear it,
from some other room
a cough, a prayer
renounces

*
your breath
goes to my brain
your back is turned.
(But arched closer to me.)

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