Apr 162012

Life, I hold you up and look through you,
A clear pane of ice skimmed from a puddle
Held only a desperate moment in the muddle
Until fingers go numb and you slip through….
Only a moment, and what I saw
Was the color and contour of conchs,
The sweet center of a woman’s haunch
Open and thirsty–for a man’s peck, a lover’s paw.

Life, if you have a meaning, what else
Is it? Today a man and a woman are meeting,
Words pass between them, a sleet of bees,
Until night finds them naked as a racing pulse.
Life, share with me all of your secret whispers.
Wife, kiss me with your fresh lips like cinders.

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