Thursday, February 18, 2010

To My Leaf Storm



To My Leaf Storm


Don’t fear my touch.
Sustenance from windmills
slowly gathers around our skin:
leaves never fall,
fragments spiralling into your smile,
tears humidifying our lips.

Don’t whisper to an alien ear.
Look away to my lap,
brush my breast.  Edges sooth
the tip of a finger on my back,

deeper fragments.
Don’t list the possibilities.
Keep stretching our secret.
Swim in my hair, flaunt
your smile on my torso,
until the fragments and the leaves
come to a sudden stop.



© Sergio A. Ortiz 2009, first published in All Rights Reserved a literary journal. Issue, Margin of Error, 2010

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