December 2009
4 posts
AN OPEN INVITATION:
http://www.formspring.me/TPHD
I’VE WORN THE MEMORY INTO SOMETHING SMOOTH
AND FUNCTIONAL.
I CAN CALL THE LIGHT ACROSS YOUR THROAT
LIKE A CAT FROM ACROSS THE ROOM.
THE WAY IT DANCED ON YOUR LIPS.
LIKE A SWITCH,
THE OPEN FIRE OF YOUR SKIN
YOUR HANDS AND MY BREATH
TRYING TO CATCH UP WITH ME.
YOU WERE IRRESISTIBLE.
AN IMPOSSIBLE CANDY.
A STRAWBERRY ON A CLIFF.
POISONOUS, MAYBE.
BUT LIPS WERE NOT MADE
TO BE WASTED.
THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY BREATHS-
ONLY SO MANY SWEETNESSES.
LIPS WERE NOT MADE
FOR ANYTHING AT ALL,
BUT I INTEND TO USE MINE BEFORE I’M GONE.
