Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Stranger

Today a stranger
in my bed.

These arms are easy to open.
This heart does not promise
violence. Who are you?

Today you are my master
or I am yours. Let us take turns
shaking this head.

Today the wings of a maya
stop beating over rooftops
and it is let down. Today it starts

wandering without a sound
because it has no ears. This
has nothing to do with us

or everything. If you are
wrinkling away, then take
me with you. The woman

loved one of us last night.
Let us hear her some more.
Today oh stranger, yes.

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