Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Summer Solstice



eyelashes flutter against the single pane
like determined moths convinced they can penetrate
edison’s invention, confusing filament with fulfillment
just like I confused your presence with present tense
expecting you here now but you’ve gone
leaving only traces of yourself
tiny hairs on the pillows
stains on the sheets


thoughts race quicker than the fog rolling in
water vapor's smoky irridescence spaning the sky
lights and darks jumbled reminiscent
of unsorted laundry, your clothes in a heap
memories of a long, sensuous night
summer light puts on a winter pageant
special guest, I’m improperly attired
my shirt’s off as i press against the cold glass
and my nipples remain supple
awaiting your caress

ahhhhhhhhh
chill warmth of desire
your steps on the stairs
on what has been the longest day of a year
of waiting

2 Comments:

Anonymous the ron said...

i believe you should bring up the nipple situation earlier in the poem, maybe like first sentence,
thank you!

10:11 AM  
Blogger mpho said...

Thank me? Thank you! P.S. Write your own poem, damn it! ;)

10:30 AM  

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