sweet thing
like a crustacean
so hard to crack

___________________
skin of sunlight, eyes of chai, hands of stone
magnetic north is more sure than you

____________________
if it was for sport or hunger, neither you or I can tell.

____________________
The first night she sunk into me
as new life into flesh, I knew.
I may be reminded by the man who lay in my bed,
when he warms my skin with fire on his tongue.
She lies in my bones, waiting where I cannot reach.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: