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Love is All Around
Your breath this morning, foul, loved
out the window, hammering, overlapping
chattering
my tongue so far down your throat I can
taste
Wednesday’s dinner, corn and roses
an old man in army boots stumbles down
a bright alley
marks from previous floods on the walls
stones older than Christ the hum
of flies
screech of birds, unseen
Now I lock myself in the bathroom
and shrink
I am small enough to slip under the door
sneak into the toe of your boot you will wear me
squashed and red a foolish tick
dark around the edges
shadows or burn marks in the bedroom add
contrast
the negative space of your forehead my thumb
smoothing your brows
left, right, left
3 comments:
It's hard to read on the blog page (It's all squinty! I'm old!) but the poem on this comment page is pretty good. A little gross on that I-can-taste-Wed.'s-meal bit. I'm assuming it's Thurs. morning.
So you linked to my blog (sodaddictionary), thanks, I linked back. I figure you got it from Snider's blog? I think maybe I saw work there of yours once, or maybe a picture. Can't remember. Anyway, looking forward to trying to read your blog in the future -
Jason
http://www.livejournal.com/users/okokdomodomo
Thanks, Jason.
hiya amy u sexy beast! :D
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