Saturday, February 25, 2006


i closed my cardigan at every button
and slumped into the sofa beside you.

my body, absorbing space, lay ingenuously
like a renaissance goddess in egg tempera.

the scent of a rising advance moved before you
and i, raged by some ill-suited mood, bit your cheek.


arch.memory said...

I loved "absorbing space"!

When I was a young boy, I was fascinated by egg tempera for some reason. (Maybe the idea that paint could be made of something edible...) But I also thought it was the most distinct & distinguished of media (the same reason that I loved the English Horn so, for its similar position in the orchestra). But I digress...

What a gem, dear! What a savage ending! Compact, like a punch.

denielle said...