Friday, May 11, 2012

16. Hank


Hank came over yesterday
and spoke to me
beautiful words –
            fields of paper lace
            arugula weaved in her curls
            the sun playing dead in a swimming pool
He told me
it could mean nothing
or it could mean everything –
            bottle caps planted into the sea
            giving birth to the thirsy
            and insatiable
He looked straight into my eyes
I couldn’t look away –
            lightening parting lips
holes in the souls of the daring
pride in the eyes of the weak
He told me to come over
and sit in his lap –
            bruised bites of magnolias
            moans echoing in a bathtub
            salt and honey
He pulled me close to him
my ankles crossed
my knees parted –
            hot sweat dripping down a wooden fence
            Nakedness dancing on a church
            tigers on fire
Hank put his fingers inside me
“lover,” I gasped

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