Tuesday 22 May 2012

VINO TINTO, SANDRA CISNEROS

DARK WINE REMINDS ME OF YOU.
THE BURGUNDIES AND CABERNETS.THE TANG AND THRUM AND HISS
THAT SPIRAL LIKE EGYPTIAN SILK,
BLOOD BIT FROM A LIP, BLACK SMOKE FROM A CIGARETTE
NIGHTS THAT SWELL LIKE A CORK.
THIS NIGHT. A THOUSAND.
UNDER A SINGLE LAMPLIGHT.
IN PUBLIC OR ALONE.
VERY LATE OR VERY EARLY.
WHEN I WRITE POEMS.


SOMETHING OF YOU STILL TAUT
STILL TUGS, STILL PULLS
A ROPE THAT TREMBLED 
HUMMED BETWEEN US.
HUMMED, LOVE, DIDNT IT.


LOVE, HOW IT HUMMED.





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