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.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Kiss (1996)
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