Seeking the problem the mosquito
Of our desire aiming for the ankle
Or the crook of the arm
As lovers do or doctors or torturers
Where the skin can be kissed
Or perforated the blood drawn
To the surface the earth
Still frightening us so we
Try to frighten it back
With a walk in the park
A time-out on a long bench
Whatever it is it stops with you
Right now it’s staring at the lake
No comments:
Post a Comment