New poem!

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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