A Moment Certified By
Lovers.
It's a certifiable moment
a punch-drunk second
a pulse's high tide.
A dog eats grass
a water drop shivers
a barrel fills to its brim
an apple falls
a body drifts
a body drifts
a face buckles
a lover screams.
At the tip of an orgasm
passion powders;
the creek turns to dust.
from Sunfire, (Dedalus Press, 1997)
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