Winter 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1992 |

In an Empty Garden

Better to fall, better to fall than wait To be held in air; wanting to be held, Held in words we use when we embrace. I wanted to be held in air or fall, To be held in air. Wanting to be held, I fell along the air's slow drawl, Wanting to be held in air or fall, As the turning of a body turned a voice away. I fell along the air's slow drawl, Away from words abundance, blame, As he turned his body, turned his voice away, As if I shed the words and gave them shape. The word abundance, the word blame: I handed him a place to put his tongue And shed the words and gave them shape: A snake, turning his skin into a skeleton. I handed him a place to put his tongue, A place where we knew why we kissed. Like a snake, turning his skin into a skeleton, I turned the air to kisses, golden nipples, Any place. I knew why we kissed. Another apple, another, another tongue. The air will turn to kisses, golden nipples. He wanted me to say I did it: Touched Another apple, another

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