Tuesday, October 27, 2009

pink notes

the wireless internet drops, the journey's
pulse is smaller with a night light
and a book, we're snug and spooned, and
sex is rocked, arched, in a small bed
where bodies find no better place to hide

a mountain doesn't wake beneath each
varied sky, and, though, the rocky mounds
shape lips, today, Sleeping Beauty lies
unmoved by myth, or image, that
rocks are somehow kissing clouds


Anonymous Paul said...

Earth and air

2/11/09 07:19  
Blogger muse said...

4 is stunning. I have seen such mountains, but never before with those words.

1/12/09 15:17  

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