Holly Virginia Clark
I woke to headlights sifting
of our bodies back-to-back, heel-to-heel,
I thought of your penis like an infant
thought of my tongue gliding you awake,
pleasure and is the only thing my body craves.
your one earnest protection—or raw metal
on a weld, the steel unmaking itself
I guard my interior court in what I do
listened for the even heft of your consciousless
and over, each wave a languishing, a deliberate
|No. 12 - Fall 2013
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