Wednesday, October 10, 2001
Adrienne asked me to post this to the poetry page:
The warm weight
of you
but growing
cool
head turned away
eyes shut
tight
against this life
(what color were they?)
delicate skull
curved and sculpted
proud
holding you
smelling your sweet
hair like peaches
your fist curled tight
holding our future
is now a starfish open
and unmoving on my breast
they come
to take you away
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