-- Your ear, a window pane, Through which sound enters, Filtered light enters.

I hold that bell and shake it. Then my mouth kisses The following echo.

You quiver, a sliver ring Holds it. A forest borders it. I begin to lose myself in the forest.

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Your hair is my forest. A green ribbon holds it, A net dripping with black rain.

I loosen the ribbon and burrow My nose, seeking an aroma Of bread, to break and eat.

You swell. Swells of hair Reach me. And I go shouting, Deeper and deeper into the night.

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Your nape, a bridge of bone Arching between a continent And an island, both you.

My fingers pace restlessly its span. A sea stirs overhead. I lick The foam flecked air.

You shiver, a wind escapes From your throat carrying A chant. I stop and listen.

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Your throat, a convexity, A cave full of music And weeping.

I drink from that bowl. Water first, then heat of your Skin and drum beats.

You murmur, a string Vibrates. My mouth walks Into the violin.

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Your jaw, a mountain of glass, of glaciers, of soft meadows.

I begin climbing from one end, So slowly that it will be morning When I reach the other end.

You stir, ice moves under me, Flowers open their eyes, Sun rises from the other side!

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Your mouth, an oyster, A chest of stalactites, The secret of a hidden river.

With what can I open This? My lips are but Crude and blunt knives.

You cut yours over them. Words stop. We become A silence.

-- 2004:01:19 12:00 Atlanta

My Poems