June 9, 2003


  • I like warm rock
    that trembles with your weight
    as I press against your bones
    in the moment of our need.


    I like the cemetery rain
    that dissipates the crowds
    yet leaves us clinging in passion,
    then washes the lust off.


    I like the errant fragrance
    of blossoms blowing in the breeze
    that then touch upon the ground
    as gentle as you take me on your knees.


    I like the moment of impulse
    that shakes the whole damn earth
    when you appear for me just so—
    as innocent as birth.

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