Wednesday, October 31, 2007
January Night
I loved you that January night, or
was it that I didn’t want
to fight the cold outside, your skin
so warm, so ripe.
Travel languid sheets
thru skin smudged mornings.
Orange juice walls, dapple
sizzled bacon streaks, syrup sweet.
Sky rotates milky birds,
I stay here tied to your words.
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