let’s get lost
your voice – melting butter & honey on toast
Naked, warm as breakfast
your breasts the sea and your sweat as salty,
and as for the tang of that other taste!
whenever you look at me so young & soft, close up
or with eyes that know & mind ticking
I touch how it could be –
we blur
I come home in you
a book opens like a door at the top of the stairs
I hold you curled up like a cat
purring with warmth or woundedness
Or is it the other way round?
David Barnes (http://spokenwordparis.blogspot.com/)
and you should hear this read aloud
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