The Apple Orchard: between my legs

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

between my legs

his tongue makes the wet signs
that mark me as his and he lifts me to his mouth
until my arms have nothing
to hold other than the measure
of a wingspan across the pillows

he closes his eyes and hums there
for me in the dark
singing of voices we'll never hear
and a moon too young to see

and when he tastes deeper
for the salt and grief of me
he takes from my throat the cries
a woman can only make
in the guise of a great bird
racing upward through bronze trees
dreaming of light dancing
along her very own curve of earth

posted by MsApples @ 3:50:00 PM

2 Comments:

At 5:39 PM, Anonymous said…

Blogger...eh?? Looks cool..

I must say that I enjoyed reading between your legs---Oopps!! er, I mean, "Between My Legs"..(por poco meto las patas, viste!!)...how paradoxical the world is, right, Mamita... I also thoroughly enjoyed "Touch"...got a little misty... In fact, both poems sent me spiralling back to a forgotten adolescence....
...Peace, Me Lady... --Rico
At 9:46 PM, Anonymous said…

Your poem is inspiring, and exciting...
Jack

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