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First date (a poem)

First date:
Heat is raging, fire, life,
Squeamish toes spring back in fright,
then lead a charge through the meniscus.
Marching men fall in behind:
Ankles,
Knees,
Navel,
Neck;
To the tingling sound of a phoney war,
a courtship dance, a slow caress,
Between stalwart muscles and coaxing heat,
which melts, and kills and roars,
but rhymes with dream, and sweet.

As the day is washed away,
Yawns emerge, like smoke from battle,
like soap bubbles,
from a slippery consciousness sliding
towards sleep

posted by Foodfairy @ 2:59 PM