Litkicks Message Board Archive

n° 3

Posted to Poetry




Two,
on each
side of the pillow
one

Hearing two alien
mouths breathe
uplifts the imagination

Five past nine,
and thoughts undress
into deeds

What they did,
undescribable,
what they didn't do
even more stunning

Holding back faced
a door barred with
logs of mighty oak

Three tongues,
six lips
one moment
crossing fingers
not slipping away
through reality's drain

She, me and she
what else can be said?