This is one of a series of new poems I've been working on.
This control,
this push away—
difficult to say how the flush
of her face
shaded her eyes—
Sunlight through thick clouds
invites those urges of passion
this glass creating
a sunset, a fire—
each struggle, a line,
each blade, an instrument
of division—
words collapse into water
with her breath—
our position shattered—
lips colliding with skin—
24 February 2009
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