In the sleeve of night
the grain of tight
white sheets buff us
I cup your shoulder blue whisper
slip in the pool of your green eyes
your lips, inky as water, unlock
me: a well, a wheel, a womb
your body, a moon map of touchable
light, imprints mine
~ Found poem composed/modified from words in Dorianne Laux’s poem “Late Night TV”
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Dammit! There should be a comma after “shoulder” in the second stanza.
I like it without! Beautiful Poem.
Thank you!
Lovely, Karen!