by Thomas Scott
(07/11/07)

An Edge

The wind does not feel you up,
it pats you down for weapons.
Sunshine sweats you until
you take off your clothes
but it is nothing personal.
Rain does not make you wet
on purpose, you are simply
collateral damage. Face it,
you love that I am unnatural.

Third Kiss

She sleeps face down
and naked on his bed,
closed, like a stranger.

Slowly he straddles
her legs, gently opens
her with his hands.

When she does not stir
he leans down, brings
his lips to her center.

He holds his mouth there
until he reckons that
her shock has passed.

She breathes as if asleep
and they do not speak
of this for ages.

Waking Up With You

Turn your back to me
and make us seamless
all along the length of us;
let me push my face into your hair
and breathe your dreams;
lay my open lips against your ear,
whisper them back to you
as if we were together
when you dreamt them,
sitting side by side
in some dark balcony,
nibbling popcorn, stealing kisses.
Now arch your back a little,
so I may reveal the mystery:
how I found the way into your dreams.

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