i made a mark across your back,
a brand name bearing no logo or slogan-
a straight red line stretching from shoulder
to the sliding hips sitting atop unsteady legs-
three or four whiskey sours chased by
two or three grain belt premiums leave
them unsure of how to coherrently proceed;

they also leave
my hands less inhibited, less gentle
yet no less passionate

we are operating on the assumption that
the feeling in our fingertips,
the touch of lip to lip,
and the reckless words that slip
will guide us forward sure footed;

and though every word is incoherrant
and tangled in a tango dancing with desperate
breaths, communication commences
regardless of the obstacles; the few letters and
syllables that escape through the air
are not of consequence;
every movement, glance, scratch and bite
are perfectly understood-

and in the morning, when the mind is unclear with the details
our skin, like paper
keeps a meticulous record of what's transpired;
saved for future reference.

04/21/2009

Posted on 04/22/2009
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