pushing the envelope
�2003 by PJ Nights
the way the air smells when it's waiting
to dissolve into rain, lassitude
french doors, a black wink
in each frame � sultry, a word used for the slink
of things as I sit on the veranda���ha, the attitude
as if I were a mata hari devastating,
but only if I cross my eyes, fabricating
and my norm would be a bit more rude
but beyond the porch, beyond greasy plates heaped in the sink
I�m with a boy, the boy in a man, his boxspring on the floor
he fingerpicks as I touch, he knows it should be pursued
the way the air smells when it's waiting
~
licking the envelope
�2003 by john e
licking the stamp, to finalize the deal
so to speak, but this deal needs no
notary or solemnly swear
pristine cool paper skin surprisingly hot
and cuddly, varied pales in its pale light
around a core of pink, dark and raw,
that stamp to hyperlick. insane, I saw
nothing but mail today, but dim not no light.
naked for so many hours reading each spot
where a certain ink fell, no longer a pair:
a single wordless message, still, of two, who go
licking the stamp, to finalize the deal.
~
ERWA August '03
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