Dec 04, 2007 01:36
The wind pounds
the branches and leaves
which, in turn
rattle the glass; shake the house
which, in turn
invokes feline leap; a startled yelp
which, in turn
rouses slumbering boy;
alone, in half the bed
which, in turn
makes him yearn
for the rise-
-and fall
of your chest.
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