November 10, 2007

New England, it is.
One night and a wish.
My hands in your hair.
Your hands on my hips.
The friction of denim.
Cotton sparking in black.
The thrill of the heat.
The arch of my back.
A weakening of knees.
A shiver of skin.
Just open your life.
I want to walk in.
November 10, 2007 at 11:20 pm
beautiful. i love the word “hips” used in a suggestive way.
November 11, 2007 at 4:26 am
Welcome back.
November 22, 2007 at 11:38 am
Ooh you make me homesick.
February 29, 2008 at 11:50 am
Wow! What a fabulous poem! I love it. So evocative. “friction of denim”, “shiver of skin”. Great and powerful imagery.