how I would like to release
this love for you as the body
expels its waste in a spasm
of relief, or pain, or ecstasyhow we wound each other
with something soft as words
or silence -- easily, or with
difficulty-- how to let it gothis heat wrapping the sky
in smoke, how we hold
to one another -- it's easy
to blame the moon
Sweet memories, made sweeter by the moon,
Posted by: Ken | 22 July 2006 at 11:01 AM