If The Poem

August 18, 2017

If the poem has your

lover's breasts in it,

the room should smell


of cinnamon. The light

should be honeyed,

the shadows long,


and the curtains restless.

Somewhere far off a child

will be crying


out. He will be looking

for home. He will be

calling for you.


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