Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Poem: ocean s

Is beauty you say

a single instance

yourgorgeousbody

withme

longafternoons

willingly or clumsily



or is it with Diotima

evennowIam clum sy

phantasmwomanofthegaySocrates

whose oceanbeauty

slips away

fromgrainsofsand

beauty one can tou ch

everslip p i n g

rol l i n g
bri n y c

inquie t


here

nomo re

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