Monday, April 11, 2011

for the mark on my hand.

sweet burn


palm impregnant
indigo green
with membrane seed, I
trace your belly
as if a fetus slept there
heart beat like cabin
in black harbor
put ear to your grape skin
listen to the fluid music breathing
island shore rose with blood
say good night to you, turtle
& ruffle the white sheet over
your new pearl figure—I
love you this way; in this

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