Saturday, April 19, 2008

how she sleeps with him

she says,
his body, it fits
with mine
differently
and his breathing
is a whole new
rhythm.
the blood in him
runs so hot
it is like sleeping
in a bonfire.
and when he whispers
low words into
the back of my neck,
i learn a slow new
language.

2 comments:

--Kristi said...

gorgeous. i love this poem.

As Bjorn said...

Really pretty good style.

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