Spring 1999 • Vol. XXI No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1999 |

Accomplishment

Touch me here just below The nipple where I cannot see Use the mirror of your lips Touch me here where the faintest skin awakens As you lift those leaves of moonlight from my shoulders Touch me here where my legs fall open Touch me here beyond the frail breastbone That place complicated & caged by Eve's own ribs Those many discards of God's twisted lattice His cool marimba of borrowed bone Touch me here again where what bleeds begins

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