| "Houston speaks Ludlow" - 11.18.00 sliding in rhyme besides behind lamplight cascading through time winds pierce like steady stares, pausing plausible, no care, i dare to trip-trace my fingers along the fine (i linger) lines of your hips, slip round and beneath under to wonder where and if. . . ever you'll recall hands surrendered to an intertwined walk wrapping 'round sides of me and tries of you, blue flying, motivating, penetrating cross some space, i chase your horizon written in quickly dissolving time - like dusk, a lowering sky withIN withOUT beyond your eyes, i wait lay clouded in disguise - blue falling through, into the complete unrest of you and lashes lost on a look, reflecting, circumventing, rearranging intervals of soft glances down, found maybe more, reaching diving for an untimely door to expose. . . next, who chose to play, legs could carry us away against a chain-link fence, tense tongues teasing tip-toeing relieving (are we really alone) believing only in a moment. . . relief creeps sinking down into your mouth, give me a sharp neck and sleek edges of shoulders - try with fingers found and lips lost on pressure INduced and REduced against jugulars and veins. . Houston or Ludlow one's to blame. |