Times Your Hands by Shirin Swift...your hands appear around my waist
& a rumor that your lips are nearing my cheekbone
struggling for breath & that finally your murmurs
might fly in from some distant exotic location,
close as oceans mixing and hot rooms on the opposite end of the same house
late night cups of tea, familiar shoulder grips;
the kitchen is a mess for hands appear about my waist
kisses saunter up my wrist and a saved rumor flying that
your lips are near my vacant wishbone
you have brought champagne, drawn the curtains, lit Xlang-
Xlang incense upstairs, showered and left your clothes on the floor
with mine and towels and wet footmarks, your hands
appear about my waist, every sentence you speak
precedes you as if you are reading your thoughts
from a book I've memorized and forgotten. 10/27/2006 Posted on 10/27/2006 Copyright © 2024 Shirin Swift
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Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/19/06 at 09:49 AM Luscious-- and so unusually put--in your original voice. Absolutley beautiful tempo and gradually evocative mood. Wonderful when someone is revealed, especially affectionately in your world. |
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