Poetica Spontenaium 01.12.05
I feel alive
Scintillating with good wine and talk of sex
A brand new dress and plumeria on my skin
Like all things new and and pulsing
Are within my fingertips
In my breath
and under my skin
This is the beginning, I know.
Of a long lost and unmarked road
My laces are new and tight.
Fresh sneakers, shiny, white.
And that unconscious bite on your lip
once you’ve heard that gun pop go
And it’s like all new things
first kisses and soft cadences
of new songs with purple rhythms
plump and full like concord grapes
that surprise you with a soft pop
as you lick them down your throat
Like that morning Sunday after the first,
when Marvin Gaye sets the first tone
of your day with awwwww right and gooooooood loving
singing to your spine and skin with love for
honey warm on peaches while wearing egyptian cotton
And you got pillows on your mind
and your mind sinking quick into pillows
followed by bessos on your dimples
and firm hands upon your thighs
and your breath catches with a sigh
the kiss leftover from the night before,
still tangled in your hair
Oh, caught there, like your dreams
that you had before this together
of things you feared to want
but scrawled haphazardly on your belly at night
with fingers sleep drunk wth future memories
it was always this, you knew, this now
this new, this how
and it is
as you always wanted
and i am.
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