Saturday, April 24, 2010


In this dream

you have the rope

around your neck

I come to you

as to a lion

mad with hunger.

If you will trust

my hands on the rope

(Surely you see

I am naked before you,

as bare as the moon running

her hands through your hair,

dragging her great

thighs up to your cheekbones

knocking fruit from the vines,

wet with April and anticipation)

I will cut the rope away

and lie down

In the hard gleaming cavern

of your jaw, believing

you will not crush me.

It is as simple as that

And we are both free.

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