Monday, January 08, 2007

Loss: A Poem

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sleeping under nets
desire is transparent,
yet seemingly impenetrable
where the air sweats

sweet thick dreams
sleet slick freeze

night released you
thin-winged & whining
belly like waxpaper
me, a gift, shining

salty hot awakenings
dark sticky bleed

-January 7, 2007
Guilderland, New York