From the Vaults circa. 2008 (5)

Hmmmmmmmm



sonku

i gave birth,
laughter from
bowels, and
you glance
at me with
reflection


the topographical
state of us
inhabited
my dreams and
day-mares…i
gathered
imaginations of
us into
little balls of love and
hid them in my cheek…
i
savored the taste
of your name…the
scent of your presence…
the touch of your
moans against my chest,
and
from my
bowels
i
passed laughter…
searing the silence of loneliness with
relation.
U
are my staple
my daily
manna, my
quail and pheasant…
delicious morsels of
eternity
and fidelity tucked
right under
my soul.

…God! how i dig your amber skin...





©2008