Tuesday, November 22, 2005

V (ortex)

breath broken speech
you talk like the words
don't want to leave your tongue

the awkward sly of hand
against flesh
our steps in trance syncopation

simmer soothe silence
i still haven't reasoned an answer
for this you are never certain
our steps together still awkward
until limbs cease to bend

1 comment:

CousinSarah said...

I LOVE the first stanza Mo.