Tuesday, 01 September 2009

   

 

THE WELCOME 

Tongue to tongue, and limb
To limb. In the midst
Of making love, I
Am seized by the spasm
The past brings with it.
Histories: my life
Returning; shadows,
Unknown quantities
Perceived in you.
                             No.
This is the moment
To admit the rights
Of the mere surface.
My hand glides over
Rib-cage, then breast-bone.
The gesture bids you:
‘Welcome, dear stranger.’

 

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