Some Monday poetry

Quiet is the night
Chestnut hair flows across the bare skin of his chest,
a warmth of smell, the sensation of tiny tickles,
busy streetlight noises bustle behind closed doors,
where he finds sanctuary as she slumbers, weightless,
across the expanse of his body, intertwined lovers,
her breath a quiet tempo against his neck, pleasant,
his breath yet bears the staccato rhythm of desire.

2 comments:

Noah said...

Ooh, that gets me going; I wish I could be with a divine princess sometime-- finding one is easier than hooking one.

:D

susan said...

Hi Thom,
I thought I answer your request for collections I have and enjoy here.

Short list:

Language of Life_ edited by Bill Moyers
_Like the Singing Coming Off the Drums_ by Sonia Sanchez
_The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South_ Cave Canem Anthology edited by Nikki Finney
_The Body's Question: Poems_ by Tracy K. Smith
_Abandon Automobile: Detroit City Poetry 2001_ edited by Melba Joyce Boyd M. L. Liebler
_My Wicked Wicked Ways_
by Sandra Cisneros
_Magic City_ by Yusef Komunyakaa
_The Collected Works_ of Audre Lorde
_The Collected Works of Gwendolyn Brooks_
_19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East_ by Naomi Shihab Nye
_Brutal Imagination_ by Cornelius Eady
_Otherwise: New & Selected Poems_
by Jane Kenyon