Monday, November 16, 2009

Kiss Me

Kiss me

I wanted to sit here,
And write beautiful poetry-

Free of worldly distraction~
But my mind is buzzing with song-

Some tempest, l
ovely chord

With blood notes.

And all I can conjure deep within my rings,
and out to my more shallow depths of bark-

Is that I want to kiss you.
Oh, how I want to kiss you,

In this fiord of fragility-
trees of blown glass quaking in winds

whorling down from funnel clouds’

That shattering sound

That fragile telling lip-line,
your jaw-line like a bare bough reaching up-
to mind~

I tilt my head,
the slanting of want,

Wanting to be eviscerated

turned into an impressionist

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