Fare (v.3). September 26, 2007

On the bus today, a man who
didn’t have your smile
didn’t struggle to suppress another wave
of nausea. His brow bore
no resemblance to the one, which night
after night of quiet stroking has helped
me memorize.  He didn’t clench his eyes closed,
bite back tears. Neither did I. Neither
did the man pressed next to me. I saw he
had muscles seemingly strong [...]

Maybe with My Tongue Tied Down… [v.1] September 12, 2007

maybe with my tongue tied down
so no sound trips over my lips
my mouth will agree to open.
maybe with my back to the room
I can assume a more inviting posture.
maybe with my eyes closed, I can face you,
let my gaze linger, rest against your form.
I can steal heat from my cheeks and use it
to keep my frozen [...]

Protected: Invitation (v.1). September 1, 2007

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