Thursday, October 26, 2006

the point

(for kate)

i found you at the top
of the lighthouse tower

peeling back the skin
of an aging scar

where a wart used to rest
on the point of your elbow

i offered you a seed
from my pomegranate

and you offered me
a back massage

you commented after:
my hands smell like cherry

the day before halloween,
this year, is a monday

let's take the day off together
to get wasted on grenadine and soda


arch.memory said...

Oooh, kawayeen! (What's that Japanese word you use?)
I know that's a lame comment (and I don't mean to denigrate such a lovely poem), but sometimes only sounds convey the point. The tastes, the smells, the colors, and the rough skin of the scab on the elbow... I love it!

katy said...

kawaiine is the sound you're looking for i think, dear.

and thank you, it was anything but a lame comment.