Posted: Monday, November 29, 2010 | |

Yes, I know this itinerary by heart;
(and heart alone)
your water-color eyes, up to down to up again, yes
I know this itinerary by heart


every arch I trace with the hollow of my hand,
you're blossoming forth
blossoming forth
fervid, feverish,
I trace your every agony
back to its skin source


You, feverish, me, gushing, fervidly and


In a dream I stream-line you into open air life,
I burst at your lip to follow the buildup build-down of angles to
the sacred upswing down-swing of your tailbone,


Yes, I know this itinerary by heart;
(this itinerary, dear heart)

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