I love your poem. I don't think I would change a thing. I smiled though at
the "Babe." I don't think I would tremble in anticipation if someone called
me "Babe." It kind of reminds me of Stanley in "Streetcar Named Desire." But
that is personal.
I think this is a fine poem.
Sgriob*
>
> (pick up the phone
> before it rings
>
> answer the door
> before the knock)
>
> Before he touches her,
> before his breath disturbs the fine hairs
> on the back of her neck,
> before her clothes wrinkle,
> her palms sweat
> and thighs ache
>
> although he is quiet as a becalmed sea,
> she knows he's there,
> the atoms of air between them
> compressed until they squeak in protest
>
> She knows what he will do,
> each movement his fingers will make
> and her upper lip trembles in anticipation
>
> He speaks
> -Babe, I think.-
>
> and she knows
>
> (feel the wind
> hear the branch before it breaks)
>
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