ZORAN II
Face flushed pink and burning
shame slow honey
in my veins
hands shaking like an old woman's only
the fire's a young one
spreading fast and dreamy
through buckled muscles.
A feast for all five senses
you are strong as granite
can crush me senseless
if you would do me
such a kindness.
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KISS
What I wouldn't give for a kiss,
but you're cold and greedy
and horde your kisses.
They grow stale behind your tight lips.
What's the good of a love
that never fails to disappoint?
I?d swallow you up
and there'd be no taste,
no honey-sweetness to remember
when I'm old and dying, with no love left.
Why am I, so hungry for kissing,
with you whose mouth is dead as a grave?
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UNTITLED
I have tried
to drive you from my mind
and force you to the edges
of my life.
Your face swims out
from behind blackboards
and shower curtains—
you smile and mock.
In my dreams you're given
free reign
to touch and tempt.
Each morning, at dawn
I wake in sweat—
the only sign of the energy we've spent
you and I
in this bed by myself.
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SEA
I lost myself
the night in my room
blue with cold,
and you there so warm, brown like honey.
The tatami smelled of earth
and mingled with your skin salt
that I imagined must be from the sea.
There's some invisible hole in my middle
where need comes from
and you filled it up.
I never knew it was empty before.
Now there's an ache like the tide
that ebbs and swells but
is always there.
I've strolled so many shorelines
scanning the horizon for you.
I've licked my lips and tasted the salt
again and dreamed it was you.
I've lain naked and still in the dark
feeling for you.
And your absence is so keen
sometimes I fear it could
make me fall and stay down forever.
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