Tropical Low
8.31.2011
I hope there's time for
Us to meet between
Here and there
More than the coming together
Of our separate fingertips
To put out the fires of
The east marshes that
Glut the sky with sulfur
The rain grows heavier as
I wait for you - wanting to know
the weight of your chest
Against my back
And my palms seeking
The cool, rough pockets
Of your jacket
It gorges itself on the
Warm waters of the gulf
Spinning towards land
And i watch the water
Swell the surface of the streets
The ruts of the racetrack
The shining cobbles
Of the quarter
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