Friday, April 16, 2010

Memory Indulges

hands at 10 and 12
her bare knees small
to one amused;
love-drunk as
13-year locusts
singing on the windshield

the yellow suit strap,
damp, twisted;
her sanded shoulder
apricot-round on
flattened grass,
lips like sleepy
curled leaves

a nocturnal chit-chat
of insects, other mammals;
the wind-swept water slap
at fevered limbs,
hungry fish nibbles
like skeletons scratching ankles

press of teeth to throat,
the fragrant skin smile;
an empty window witness
to their bright embrace

not meant to last;
memory indulges

an indifferent end to,
the intoxication of firsts;
reality a sooty, metallic
screen left hanging at
summer's end

1 comment:

  1. Thank you! Sorry, I am not up to speed on getting or responding to comments. Still figuring out, apparently. ;>

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