Thursday, March 3, 2016

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 face buckles

a lover screams.


At the tip of an orgasm

passion powders;

the creek turns to dust.

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