An End to Begin With
Posted to Action Poetry
by onemangray on 2001-04-22 15:53:00
Hello lovers,
tonight your airs are blue.
Phosphorescent in the dusk,
you kiss each cheek,
each crescent lip,
each lurching lid,
your toes bent in
to meet. I know you,
IÂ’ve seen you much,
IÂ’ve touched like you
just to touch,
and twine my labored fingers
through his artless hair.
