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Sweet Talker

He calls me baby,

And gets down on his knees before me.

He calls me honey,

And lays his head upon my stomach.

Then he speaks.

He speaks so sweet

I feel my bones

Disappear

Inch by inch.

He speaks,

I feel the fibers

Tight

On my life

Un-skein,

Thread by thread,

He speaks,

So sweet,

The things he feels,

The things that he sees.

He pulls me to him

In the sticky intertwine,

Lover’s arms and legs

Coiled, glued.

Then he speaks.

He speaks so sweet

I feel my legs

Uncurl

Motionless.

He speaks, and

Untwists the nerves

Worry by worry

From my limbs.

Folded in around him,

His voice resonates

When he speaks,

So sweet,

The things that he sees,

The things that he feels.

And he calls me baby,

And lays his head upon my stomach.

Rainy Kiss

There was a kiss in the rain.

Two umbrellas overlapping

At different heights,

A canopy of color

In the grey and moist daylight.

Ankles wet, I slide into your kiss.

I fit under your arm

In the sideways kiss of good-bye,

Leave taking, see you soon,

One foot going, the other wishing to stay.

Warm and flush from your embrace,

I breathe in the stillness of the moment,

A heart-stopping

A heart-filling

A heart-opening

Moment.

Because,

There, in that moment,

Where two umbrellas overlapped,

The world disappeared,

And there, was

A kiss.