by erin garet
(12/17/03)
As close as I dare
I lie as close as I dare
in the darkness
still thrilling from your touch
the electricity crackles
between us
the damp warmth itches
like a blanket
I trace the curves
of your body in my mind
engraving this image
of my pilgrimage
I have bartered my soul
for your sweet treasures
the silk of your skin
your thigh
your back
your breasts
your neck
the satin of your lips
the deep plush softness
at the curves of your ass
and the exquisite velvet
as I slipped inside you
I am breathless from this voyage
lying transfixed
within the radius of your love
clutching my brief memories
for a ferryman's wage
I am lost forever inside this moment.
T 4 2
T is not my girlfriend
she's just a friend
that I'm fucking
or is she fucking me?
T talks about dildos
like other girls
talk about clothes
"I wonder if this one will fit you right?"
T has tattoos
and a bike
what a dyke!
She's not the kind of girl that you take home to Mom
T's the kind of girl
you meet in a club
or having sex in the back room of a pub
and you just know
she's gonna get you too
T is not my girlfriend
she's just a friend
just a fucking friend
and that's all you need to know.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux