Night’s pucker to the pillow’s odor,
The garbage vents fumes, visible even in dark
The spiders knit traffic barriers
From juniper to juniper across the sidewalks
Caution, love’s cantata breaths the roll over
Airs, sawing looms, depressing rhythm
Of the open mouth & sinus, the teeth trumpet
Out a menu and the hollows around
Us ease to chitonous motion, dark alien movies
Of my dreams. One, she comes to kiss me,
To love me in the dark, to tickle my lips
& eat in the smell. I wake to brush
Soft fingers over my sticky mouth, slick shine
& waving away at the wing-folding darkness.
Monday, October 16, 2006
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