This poem is the sole creative property of the author, the inferences drawn are at the discretion of the reader…
Harum-Scarum 7/22/09
Clothes drifted up the staircase
A shirt caught on a doorknob
Breathless sounds
Caught by invisible visitors
The air pulsates with tension
Voices breaking
Reforming in urgent
Syllables of want
Needing to be
One entire,
Achieve it
And
It lasts for
The moment,
Short and abbreviated
Until it begins again
Newly shaped and formed
Each time…
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