Thursday, January 24, 2013

He is Growing on Her



He is
growing on her
In the morning
when she rises
to gaze at
her a.m. face
she sees a film
growing there
a fine fuzz
covers her cheeks
her ears
her chin;
moss
new
and soft
It possesses her
and will
move downward
no doubt
and cling to
shoulders,
breasts,
and such,
her warm
blanket
for all
the cold nights
that follow
germination
time





"ellecee"


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