Saturday, October 23, 2010

Postcard to Michael iii




Postcard to Michael iii


You’d disappear into a cobweb
and not even my mouth,
        who played
        with your groin
        and your abdomen,
slid down your hair, your neck,
                                            the surface of your skin,
could bring you back.

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