[identity profile] penguinboy.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] greatpoetry
This Close

In the room where we lie,
light stains the drawn shades yellow.
We sweat and pull at each other, climb
with our fingers the slippery ladders of rib.
Wherever our bodies touch, the flesh
comes alive. Head and need, like invisible
animals, gnaw at my breast, the soft
insides of your thighs. What I want
I simply reach out and take, no delicacy now,
the dark human bread I eat handful
by greedy handful. Eyes fingers, mouths,
sweet leeches of desire. Crazy woman,
her brain full of bees, see how her palms curl
into fists and beat the pillow senseless.
And when my body finally gives in to it
then pulls itself away, salt-laced
and arched with its final ache, I am
so grateful I would give you anything, anything.
If I loved you, being this close would kill me.

by Dorianne Laux

Date: 2002-08-27 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maneater.livejournal.com
i love this.

Date: 2002-08-27 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wirefunk.livejournal.com
Wow. Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2002-08-27 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mery-bast.livejournal.com
Dorianne Laux is wonderful. Thanks for posting this!

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