Tuesday, December 16, 2008


it is too difficult to have just one,
each kiss a spark
in and of themselves.

lips in unison.

the heat is off
and yet I am still warm,
bare arms in the cold,

windows too clouded
to see the river

(that I suppose is)
flowing dark and whistling
into this night.

is this what electricity feels like?

like placing a sugar cube
on your tongue,

waiting for the volts
to hit your veins,
make them dance?

we are an entanglement
in the heart of an apple,

nestled in seed-stars,
wound in the white.

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