Crossing Over

Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2007/01/09
Crossing Over

I will draw
Thin lines across
The wilted sun of
A lamp beside
Your bed,

Thin as strands
A small brown spider
Would stretch
From wall
To wall,

Scented with
The color of
A dream
You meant
To share,

And my pen
Will map your
Appetite climbing
Over the threshold
Of folded hips,

Pulling you down
Into shadows where
My lines will intersect
And take your black blood
For their ink.

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