March 16th, 2010
making #4: bliss
Boxed in by primetime
bisected by closed curtains
we make love without touching.
March 12th, 2010
love #10: home
You crush me like garlic
while I smooth my hand
along the ironing board’s
head and hip.
I soften from the heat
leave behind my scent
guff under your fingernails.
Me, pinching creases
from clean linen
and you cooking to your own recipe.