Jun 15, 2005 15:07
lover ,
you look so good
in black & white
on my page
oh yes ,
touch me there
a flick of the tongue
a slow, soft growl
your name like a syllable
in a language too bright for speech
stuck in my throat
no longer.
at night i follow your shadow
beneath my sheets
making love to memories
to dreams
but i like you best
my love
right here,
tumbled onto this page
a tangle of black
that began brilliant, white & unwritten.
poetry