Monday, November 2, 2009

how we hug in our land.

we do not cuddle
here in our bed, cause it is
too darn hot and the

covers get twisted
and we feel trapped. yet in
the quiet of the night

our hungry fingers
scuttle across boundaries
to nuzzle and knot;

clandestine meetings
unbeknownst to our bodies
still stiff with slumber.