Tuesday, June 30, 2009

caught

My days dissolve into words,
his words and mine,
ensnared and entwined
like a wild creature
caught.
And I am reminded of
feral cats that fear for their life
until you simply
cover their eyes.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

pulpit

You sock me
upside the head
with your seduction.
And I wonder
where your plans
may lead.
Perhaps to the pulpit
where you've stripped me
once before.
Bare.
And bronzed.
My body waits
for whatever
you have
in store.