These are your lips, parted,
stiff against intrusion,
against my gentleness.
The first kiss risked
comes out of the night
as shame uncovered
bright like any star
burning, burning out.
These are your demons--

your lips paralyzed
into two arms thrown
over your head
to protect yourself against
my arms thrown over
the caught breath between
us. My lips move like Judus
flinched, three times over,
right to left, counted
as the way you suffer me.

10/03/2005

Posted on 10/04/2005
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