My newest effort.
7/14/11
JUL(ong)Y
This l o n g ing
needs a soundtrack;
country western,
Iris Dement lament,
but,
Paul Simon, Eric Clapton, Dave Matthews,
sound more authentic
blowing through my car windows
ALL JULY L O N G
ing
made of:
body-soft cotton tie-dye,
constant subtraction of two hours for distance,
vibrations of messages against me,
far-away foreplay,
while waiting for more days to
cross off our calendars,
each Wednesday and Thursday
waking after hours of skin-dreaming
to enormous beds,
long
with missing body,
long
with every surge and dip of
adrenaline-sick fluid,
with wistful and whine
and punching buttons on phones
for tactile release
of pent-up moments that bundle into hours
and
how long?s
and
please?s
plead by twitching muscles,
tense tendons
slack and lacking,
impatiently anticipant,
disused sinews,
throbbing hotspots smolder:
body memory daydreams
ALL LONG JULY;
now would not be soon enough.
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