1.29.2004

Ache

Fanning out
I blossomed
aching for you

I wanted to be your body mist
seasonless

I want to forgot your touch
I want to forget your lips
descending upon me

I long for kisses
down my spine
I long for a sweet voice

I long for white angel statutes
to dance with me in the dark
while all my wild hairs
tango

I am bound to you by memories
bees to honey flowers
vague sugared pain

I cannot let you hold me
never again
I would be dying alive
as I reached for phantom window reflections

Desire angels play with me
shooting me with stars
I become a falling object,
to fan out
sweet


Josephine Lipuma all rights reserved 2004

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