for months

there have been

love poems

occurring like adoration

just under my skin

this morning

when i wake

there they are

in the mirror


like fingertips

on delicate cheekbones

when you

drop me

on the bed

i am like

a thousand

yellow saffron strands

falling into milk

leaving magnificent stains

inside the purple petals

a long precious sliver

of something

you say

changes the way

you have always


love is,

I am:

I secretly think

you have


my innate knowledge

of potents

and circumstance

even so

when we lay out

on the sheets

I see no edges

to this

no folds

and no creases

and no corners

and no sleep

TM June 1997 (…he’s still awesome)

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