Wednesday, July 20, 2011

acetylene (2003)

acetylene


“acetylene”
is a beautiful word—
it makes me think of fire

like warm and soft
when i  imagine you—
whispering in my ear

your name, your laugh,
the curve along your neck—
they make me think “desire”

acetylene,
i wait to strike the match—
if only you were here


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