Sunday, May 15, 2011

A Love Song to Vancouver

I am still
plump, loaf-risen
Pink and tender
from rubbing myself

What caves do we crawl in when we play like

What are these holes in the universe
I am attuned to finding and spreading open
to dance in where there is no light?

I stand, look at you
from where the rain has
caressed lightly like fingers
the fallen cherry blossoms,
trying to soak them back to life
but they lie, love-
ridden, ladled with the scent of

You see,
It is in the

My legs are like a cricket's
as I burst from the center
into song.

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