Tuesday, August 3, 2010


I would like to say
just enough:
chapped lips and
the active discomfort of penning in bed.
My reality in pairs:
you and me,
the cold air and the hot sheets,
the sex of language and stunning abstraction
of mind. I would like to say

just enough to hold you, being
more than a binary key, you being
either the head
or height of me,
the full circle of my helpful round or
the sphere from which I, the curve, come.

You are male and master of me,
lord and love, to you both
I would like to say enough
to please.