Friday, March 2, 2007

Love Poem

for Erin K.

I. Nerves

Your nerves taste like figs and bitters.
Offer them up to me
Before the moment has passed.
It already pants like a winded horse.
Hurry now, fill my mug with gin,
Before I begin to wonder what comes next.

II. Kiss

Your face looked different, more familiar.
I saw colors in there matching your winter hat.
When you climbed on top of me in the park
I was shivering, not from the cold,
But because I felt so bound up in our kiss.
How much is wound up in a moment?

You're the fortune teller, here's my palm.