Thursday, February 12, 2009

Take this music with you
I carry you
with each blink
with each breath.
It is not in the words
you give me.
I love you
is not enough, not nearly.
It is in every
living moment.

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On sex with bears.

One sleepy bear
crawls into my bed
and drops a question on my chest
with a single effort of her jaws.

Two bodies search
the space between them
with which ideal senses
and which ideal words?

Three question marks
fade on my shoulder
from a perfect moment of contact
between two flashing souls.