You have ruined me for at least
one man, one woman perhaps-
I will always check their hands
for crossed fingers, their laps
for uncrossed legs. I will learn
their bodies first this time,
put my prints on the soft skin
behind their ears, paint the lines
of our hips on each other.
I will make their thighs to mold
my lips, watch for changes
in the tides of their pinking skin.

I will become an observer to the art
of lies, perhaps be an artist myself.

12/08/2003

Posted on 12/09/2003
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