by AC Chapin
living out here makes eternity out of two weeks off. I woke to sun in my eyes and your sillouette, your body, only in profile, naked and riverwashed and sleek. You teach me to make fire in the evening and pull me near the flames. The smell of burning wood and you makes me drowsy, I'm drunk on dirty fingers, on mosquito infested peace. deeply you touch me, clever in your eyes and your hands, raking me, like you were planting seeds ( all my roots grow towards you) firemaking is overrated, Benny. Let's stick to the dark and the trees
AC Chapin sdragon@Glue.umd.edu http://www.glue.umd.edu/~sdragon ...it's an acrostic poem, it's a drabble, it's both!...when I write an acrostic crab pantoum that is also a drabble, shoot me... I love comments...