Ill: Kkc


LUST, CAUTION

Ice
in the streets
slippery traitorous floor
for a poet in love
on his way somewhere....?
you rather not
would be laying down
with your legs plastered
the head comatized
with any bodily damage
whatsoever

Not exactly
a cold and icy street
you had in mind
for kneeling down
to meet the stars
in trembling moonlight

Your tongue
straight in your mouth
over the ice
to fall where you must fall
hard and heavy
from lust




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Written on 2009-02-03 at 01:02

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Rob Graber
Great finish--ends with a cold, hard thud!
2009-02-03