Monday, December 29, 2008

Intemperate (Take Two)

Stomach knots the way he left
me still wet with a grin
slightest of wind shifts
such blue cast eyes
over polar

such rules as hands retreat
from knees such hat-trick clouds
such impermanent shapes
stiff with sand

sticks and half-names
how slow creeps resentful
Oh the tide --

yawns at dawn
greedy for everything

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