Tuesday, June 9, 2009

O how I would love to write

about the sudden screech of tires
and how it arrives
crashing into the side of a once
sturdy building until it tilts -

just so

the same way his left hand travels
down the right length of her torso
while his right travels up the left
length of her arm

and all she can think of 

is the way he plays her chords 
sounds emanating from a hollow
watery spot that he is divining
with a only a sigh and a quiver

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