eve leaves her abode,

why must we touch as strangers:
abrupt & frightened.
& where is eden now,
in your top dresser drawer, or
in the bible beneath your pillow ?
its pages yellowed by nervous fingers.
warning lingers in your touch. broken
knuckles. brush, blow my collar
bone. a duet in nose & neck.
a lesson in noise: mute truth.
you: there is not enough of me left to
give to you.

1 comment:

Bobby Malone said...

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