A lovely form, Ryfkah, and the rich sense of warm
outdoors is so well evoked. I just wonder about the
pale hearts- whether the pale hearts would not for
those moments be enriched by blood. Perhaps I'm
mis-reading.
Thanks, cara
--- Ryfkah * <[log in to unmask]> wrote: >
4tete/#72/Just Kids
> He takes his taboo cigar
> bites its edge and with
> a fire flick inspires
> The stray cat eyeballed
> the doll house a monster
> from a black and white movie
> I sit under the wisteria
> a mirror with grapes purpling
> lips smile into smoky perfume
> We played cowboys and Indians
> Always the Indian I won
> My bike was a faster horse
> We kiss cigar set aside
> grapes flung beyond
> our tongues entwine
> The first peck on the lips
> we pretended to have
> a pow-wow kept our silence
> Years of bygone romances
> hurt hearts pale We embrace
> Adult toys scatter in the bedroom
>
> Ryfkah 2/16/02
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