Thursday, September 13, 2007

Night II

A poem about the one I love. See Night I, called "Sheep", in my earlier post titled the same.

Night II

Encased, tomblike, with you /
in a polyestercottonclump /
Interlocking fingers /
(at least in a dream) /
My arm clutching your very life /
safeguarded just beneath /
a barrel chest /
My knees /
bent to match your angle /
in a complementary pair /
My hips bowed out /
so that you'll stay /
frozen but not frigid /
rather, warm as you are /
my burrowing proboscis /
into your bare back /
intoxicatestitillates/
as I breath you in like /
a much kinder ether /
And when I say /
I wish not to wake /
with an unequivocal smile /
I know you shall be forever my night. /