01 March 2011

this tight
knot of words
by the tug of her finger
she did not know
I would unravel
into a tangle
into her tongue
I climb
the wall
a precipice
a plateau
from here
the landscape fresh
before my eyes
stretched far
beyond the curve
of her back
her body
a gradient
I slide down on
bare feet
touch ground
strange and new
each texture
until trusted
the pressure in my palm
your hand
I hadn't noticed
resting there

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