Friday, March 25, 2005

Kiss (1996)

My unloved arm snoozes under your head
Dreaming of pins and needles

Then awake with a start
Squinting like a newborn
It sits up and surveys itself

And in your pearl-frame mirror
I kiss you on my arm
Tasting through its field of static
As you sleep

An earlier version of this poem was published in Farrago, Volume 75, Edition 5, June 5 1996.

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