July 22, 2012

poem 247 of a poem a day for 2012

a Goddess in three part harmony

can cut to the very heart of me
as my soul burns for this
I push and pull every color
I can think
storing it all
into something
black and white

into you looking back
at me with more, please
in your eyes
and the tipple splendor
of every surprise between
tightening muscle
and the accordion membrane
of an exhale filling
the creases

between lightning and slow rumble
between the rock and the tree
between the billow and the floor
between the calculus of your thighs
and my right hand signing
every compromise it can
to push down along
your shoulders and
neck grab your lean


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