reservations

Astern, puts clothes on and crinkles fingers-
walks out
and soon enough, sometimes we�ll try harder, get the paint from beneath our fingernails and
shudder at the sight of skin

Pressing tight the arms-length stretch of your eyes and
follows me around a room
your eyes build caverns of light and
shower us all
(at least here)
in the dark, where every sin
turns out to be
mobile urban and clingy
but only in the good ways, good times
spent tears on lousy women once,
one day might again

Finding myself
flipping the light switch in the bathroom,
two hands under a faucet, face ----- splash
then fingers press together around a towel and I move (gentle motions) back into
her.

2004-02-27 | 3:39 p.m.
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