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the poetry in limbs
by Rachelle Howe
IMPROV
i compose sonnets
on your spine
write
epics that would
make homer green
along the smoothe column
of your throat.
with my lips, i pray a thousand
hail mary's and sing
with the angels
in perfect duet with the grooves
and lines
which compile your limbs, your soul,
your
self expression
and here, as i lay
in the silk of memories, i am
whisked away
by the lashes of your eyes,
lashes that spawn such jealousy
in women for
theirs couldn't compair without
counterfeit.
(maybe she's born with it...)
even as the dawn plays its final
good-bye
and the sun kisses the moon
good-morn
i am whisked away
by the pure poetry
of your skin.05/27/2002 Posted on 05/27/2002
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