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her body beneath me like a cradle

Posted to Action Poetry




when she smiles, that crease appears on her cheek
& with me laying next to her, wetkissing, talking crazy
she smiles, so i trace the crease from her mouth
across her face to her ear & whisper angelic prose
erupting from the source of gigantic longing
titanic stories of wandering want & desire
i love her body beneath me like a cradle
me between her legs, my chest on her naked chest
her hair spread across the pillow in misfit disarray
at this hour of the morning the birds are speaking
a language of curiosity & restlessness
billowing light glows through pale white curtains
we refuse to submit to demands of time or space
& make slow simmering teasing meticulous love


(sal is also madtolive @hotmail.com)