Monday, November 20, 2006

Night Call

Lying down beside the man I love,
I think of you, your late night call that woke
my body's heat and blood. I think of you,
your tiny hairs curled tight against your head,
your strong back matted like a burlap sack,
your sex rubbing between my legs. I think
love is dreaming while desire's wide awake.

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