.I.

The first time I saw you
I held my breath.

Your smile was a deft little arrow.

And I
would have liked nothing more
Than to crenate and shrivel
to nothing,
to let you forget.

Instead
I sat
with a heat swirling into my skin
and tinting my olive-ness peachy
and gold.


.II.

Basking in sweet miel
our glow fills the air
with a bee-wing hum-
with a scent of reborn love.

And I
could relish the sugar in drizzling
kisses on lids and lips;
plucking silken arrows
from blooming skin.

Instead
I place my forehead
to that tender mouth
and hold.

01/25/2005

Author's Note: Whenever the world consumes me, I draw on things that make me light again. He just so happens to make me soar.

Posted on 01/26/2005
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