Snapshot Poem 19 July 02006

how I would like to release
this love for you as the body
expels its waste in a spasm
of relief, or pain, or ecstasy

how we wound each other
with something soft as words
or silence -- easily, or with
difficulty-- how to let it go

this heat wrapping the sky
in smoke, how we hold
to one another -- it's easy
to blame the moon

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[Ken]

Sweet memories, made sweeter by the moon,