by M. Thompson
(08/27/08)

She likes
To fuck me to Miles Davis
Because she says
My fingertips
Are jazz
On her skin.

Miles

The taste of her skin
Is different each passing
Inch, for miles and miles.

Recital

There are poems in you...
poems
hidden
just below
your sweet skin

poems on your tongue

and poems between your legs.

You don't even
notice them
being written
when we lie
naked

but they pour out

line after line
after line

lilting couplets

rhythms and rhymes
building tempo

until the stanzas
come so fast
that the language
begins to oscillate

fold
in on itself
vibrating in waves

and becomes
simply the sound

I hear
everytime

I fuck you.

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