Thursday, March 09, 2006

My Mouth Hovers Across Your Breasts

My mouth hovers across your breasts
in the short grey winter afternoon
in this bed we are delicate
and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves
tough and delicate we play rings
around each other
our daytime candle burns
with its peculiar light and if the snow
begins to fall outside filling the branches
and if the night falls without announcement
there are the pleasures of winter
sudden, wild and delicate your fingers
exact my tongue exact at the same moment
stopping to laugh at a joke
my love hot on your scent on the cusp of winter.

Adrienne Rich


medusa said...

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Solan said...


Sol said...

green am i, with envy..nice poem.

fast updater, aren't ya???

serendipiduous said...

what was that all about...

Solan said...

what the hell why don't i seem to understand sny of these