Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Sunday Thoughts

In a fog and on the banks there
you soaked your skirts and splashed
through the rapid's afterthoughts.
You kept time with the fire
while the moon calls and the wild calls
brought on more burning,
more guteral growls from the deep throat
of my desire, but
my wet lips, your damp thighs: all night
kissed only by wind, kissed on
as the soft thought of a towel.