July 18, 2012

poem 241 of a poem a day for 2012

writing tremble destinies

every next line is a please
do what eases your eyes
out of comfort and
into their own
dark throne of humanity
with its endless sea of smells

I am remembering to map
all the places your lips
have undressed me with
each little kiss
each seeded brittle hope
turning to climb into bliss
turning to till-billow drum
my rib cage heaves
finding my silhouette wading
the torn fabric sky inside
every way you finger-tine lightning
to quill the poems onto my skin

words become moans
searching for an open window
and all that my surrender
releases when you unfold
my soul’s creases
like wet wings
waiting to dry
as you whisper
here I am
wanting you


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