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THE SECOND LAUGH (Chaya)

by Ryan Narce



i devote neat parcels of time
each day
to fussing over each
oval vowel
& clapped consonant of your name,
& to rehearsing what our growling
& infrequent spats
would be like.

to my only
half-embarrassment,
i devote time as well
to
pretending we might eventually
make love –

shaded predictably as
urgent and fumbling at first,
but intuitive
in each revision -


& so i
bashfully savor thoughts of
incoherent &
hot mouth-shapes;
of
low & coarse salt smells –

of dagger glances,
& of greedily nuzzling
the fine hairs in your armpits,
each time watching your tongue as
it recedes between your teeth –

poking out sarcastically
in a mute, &
suddenly rotten
solar laugh
as you consider me
in return




05/01/2011

Posted on 05/13/2011
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