3 Choices

3 tiny poems, 3 ways to breathe them in...

cut sharp in the brick / a strange wound painless & black /

painted by sunlight / her fingers carefully trace /

your shape on my morning words

cables rest on ballast / like / fat snakes /

points hiss and coo / dancing left/ to take you home

this dulled edge / sharpened / by a / lick / of love /

now I must / swing / into my own / minim

when I try  

to  

taste you 

as if  

you  

were mine  

the pith  

peels  

from my mouth

and dances

back  

into yours