Thursday, October 13, 2011

POEM: Intercourse

Every tongue a verb
Every pair of eyes adjectives
The nouns of our lives just fantasy dear
the moment is a spring this force of life
An uncoiling fern as if April or May
Was a permanent mailing address
The instant of our meeting
The friction of our gaze
The microseconds of monosyllables
Oh all that space gobbled up with a touch
Creates fire at the speed of breath
Fire for heart & fire for bone
we ash foreheads
this only reminder we need to
start the document of us


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