13 April 2010

My Love

Opening closets
to let out skeletons,
we dance side by side stories
spinning out secrets
lived before Us.

The secrets release
threadlike traces—
spirit between us—
me to you
to me to you
to we.

Your moist whisper
speaks naked sugar,
as we glisten with
fever’s sacred caress,
and dissolve
into all that is.

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