lure

IMG_9590 (1).jpgPoems reveal.

A bit of shoulder here,
an ankle there.

Do you want more?

Poems want your
time.

How much do you have
for the beating heart
and rising blush?

Poems are fire
under water.

Your hand in the sun.
My hand on your knee.

Poems draw a hint of breath.

The mmmm
and the ahhhh —

My mouth,
your ears.

Poems run their fingers along your inseams
and their nose along your neck
and your toes curl or soften
like your ribs
by the waves
and you
mmmm
and you
ahhh —

(like spring)

Do you want more?

 

 

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