Wednesday, February 06, 2008

A midnight poem when I should be working on other things.


Your wet mouth gone    slack    on me
done in by early evening warmth
breast    bed
fatigue's dusty    veils

Your wet mouth    open you speak
around    insensible nipple
insensible night:    Honey.
    Honey.                       Honey.

3 comments:

Mike said...

I like this one a lot. Its so our Aa.

sicky said...

its a good thing one of us is writing 8-) How's it been done there anyway?

Ariel Gordon said...

Hey M and S,

Nice to see you around these parts, especially given your respective ill-literacy and busy-busy-business.

(Heh.)