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Cut Deep

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , on December 7, 2015| 7 Comments »

 

 

 

Picking up broken glass

with bare hands,

of course I was cut,

but something in me

was curious to learn

the secrets of being sharp.

Something in me

wanted another reason

to be tender

with everyone I meet.

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But I Can Taste It

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on March 13, 2015| 1 Comment »

in the night air
scent of rain
that does not fall—
sometimes in the kitchen
scent of tenderness

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Before We Say a Word

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on February 27, 2015| 4 Comments »

I like my body in the mornings
when the light has not yet stolen the room,
and when you, in darkness, turn your length
toward my length and bend your body
to match the curve of my spine.

I like the warmth our bodies find,
I like your legs bowed into mine,
your feet like a tangle of roots about my feet.

I like my neck when it’s touched by your breath,
and I like my waist when your hand rests there.
And my belly, I like how soft it is, like sweet dough rising.

So tender, this drowsy, dreamy, yielding state
when we are more flesh than name, more limb than thought,
more breath than what we know.

And the darkness holds us quietly,
your body, my body, oh how we linger,
indulgent, our boundaries blurred,
while all around us, even inside us,
the world with its edges and certainties
begins to dawn.

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