Friday, March 12, 2010

Difficult Passage

You keep walking
on my hands
with your arms

all around us
fish-eye legs
on polka dot mats

must we
bear the weight
in embarrassed exhalation

remember my fingers
unsmooshed
smooth, functional

warm air smiles
on undefined mornings
legs touching under cover

wordless on skin
missed or imagined
skittering kisses

these hands hold themselves
at least for now
you've gotta stay that far

our game is no game
monkeybar faces
pre-made and slightly used

sailing is our future
but piracy
our past

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