His couch is too small for the two
of them a jumble of soft skin
muscular things pointy elbows.
Spine contorting, she steals paradise
from his lips, his body like
Apocrypha in Braille she�s read
so many times she knows every
word, she knows the way his forehead
wrinkles, crescents and canyons
of blushed skin as he orgasms,
how brittle fingernails tracing
his sides make him shiver. She knows
the ways he needs her can see them
in the bumpy planes of his
cheeks, the sublime blue of his eyes.
With their bodies as a map they
return to Eden again.

2004

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