Tuesday, October 26, 2010

a dream ( for Mandelbrot )

you climb onto me,
and suck me into a rich
kiss, deep and dirty.

when your hands clench my
thigh, white prints are left behind
on skin ruddy with

burst capillaries.
it forms a map -- "i can read
my future in your

leg," you whisper
when you finally release your
hands. i feel relieved.