Friday, June 14, 2013

for this day


crept upwards behind the clock and the sheets.
the cat snuck in with an open door, quickly
left with a cry. bodies became a hot
mess, blurred breath & edges breathing.

i or you with sighted
fingers, this wet attention
stunned me. with eyes
and eyelashes, with whole
nudging mouth

all the pores open and we called it
electric.
let's just say it clearly,
it is what it

might
become

tingling, these tremors belie
an epic stillness. rawness
look like slowness when patience
looks like

space

that's who 
decided to keep
hidden under cryptic covers,

hold the lingering
with pillowcases of scent.

hours ago in these careful
sheets, with cautious eyes
and heavy breath. with cautious eyes
and heavy breath. with heavy breath and
cautious chest the wind around me
purrs and lifts

warm belly and electric skin

8.8.12

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