"- don't be so quick to knock it. People don't usually part with the weird shit they personally know because they know how easy it will be to punch holes in. Now I'm tellin you somethin. It's for you to poke through the soup and find the meat." John Patrick Shanley's 'the dreamer examines his pillow'

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Brisk Walk with a Spicy Mocha on a Cold Day

Drinking a hot sweet drink is like giving a kiss

A kiss rises up from the body

Filling your tongue and lips to bursting

Until you must give


A taste of your love

Please, darling

Taste of my love

Drink it in, so I might drink yours

Like smooth wine between bodies

A surprise

Warm babies

In large awkward bodies

Sharing the nectar of fruit grown and tended

The seeds a sharp pang of excitement

In soil rich and ready

Waiting for rain

And your kiss

The torrent of hour upon hour washes away what we thought was for sure


Your life in me

Will stand and shiver, naked and cold

Waiting for sun

And your rough tender hand’s

touch alone


Blogger Charlotte said...

Que bella.

10:56 PM


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