Poem: Two Ghosts

This was recently published in Hobo Camp Review (Summer 2012). To see it in situ, along with another poem of mine, "Dead Cow," go here:

hobocampreview.blogspot.com

Best to everyone, and especially those, like me, who are wondering how they are going to pay for food.

Owl

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Two Ghosts

look at us flow into each other
like wine drunk on itself,
full-bodied with faint delight
gone in a mutual sip.

look at us looking
through each other’s eyes,
sharing our mutual fingers,

as if the absence of saveable seconds
could be formed into a seed.

you made of my ribs, mine yours,
our pelvis a fulcrum.
hips wrapped, seesawing on a lost night,
defiant still against edicts of pain.

our togetherness a faint perch,
stuck somewhere
between toehold and substance.

in the bleed of a forgotten autumn,
we murmur-swirl side by side,
on an ersatz day.


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