Monday, August 24, 2009

Exploding Valentine

I wanted to know how
you could be taken
by something that would
devour you that would
bestow its circuitry

on you so you could
finish your desert
and take me home
later always a little later
when everything is finished

or when a glass
of wine explodes
in my heart
no I mean
your hand.

1 comment:

William Keckler said...

Very nicely turned and quite beautiful.

"Very nicely turned."

Look at me.

I sound like fuckin' Antiques Roadshow.

I mean I dig the poem.

It's a keeper.