Thursday, February 7, 2013

Poem Peregrine

"Sometime in the night,
we wake up in ancient Greece.
We’re wearing sheets,
coyotes yip and howl nearby,
raising the dogs’ hackles.
Light moves in a low candle
and your eyes are all dark.
You smell of sleep
and your hair and body pour
from you into my blood.
Later, the day comes
and it’s modern times again.
We kiss goodbye
like I’m off to fight Xerces
and jackals run on your lips."

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