� 2002 by PJ Nights
I wish the words might fall from my lips
dizzy copters from autumn maples
unchecked by fear of flight�����instead I
freeze / doe-startled / by your softest questions
kisses like *snowflakes* on shy lashes
forgive my inarticulate blushes�����melt into
the fat drops of a tropical rain as they head
southward over the landscape of my body
your tongue finds the key on a scarlet ribbon
nestled warm between my breasts
answers unlocked�����tiny animal whimpers
split the rosy guava / spill sun-splashed juices /
know me in places where words
need not be spoken
synaesthesia
�Wake up, my darling.� I sing your name,
through the fingers of a marble dryad in
blue of your breathing. You blink into
in silence, thinking of poems that brought
� 2002 by PJ Nights
catch it on my tongue to savor lemon
vowels and briny oysters, reminders
of clean sweat on skin. Morning light drips
the round, warm tones of a clarinet.
My wake-up call sounds again but half-
heartedly, lost as I am in the robin�s egg
the day and a smile; �good morning� brushes
past my cheeks on wings. I serve the night
before in steaming mugs and we sip
us here, ones that will let us say good bye.
