Saturday, November 23, 2013

Two Poems


there are rumors of winter, my 
metaphor December, yours May.

our senses are nuanced contrasts:
you proffer seduction, I hesitate. I 

know this transition - resistance 
is a form of weakness. what I wear

on my sleeve is never fashionable.
neither are old jeans and flannel. 

but season-appropriate is need;
warmth and submission, desire.

night sweats

tonight I leave this to memory: 
scent. texture. contour. heat.

posture. position. intent. your 
skin:  taste is bitter salt;

stinging sweat;  rhythmic-sound
of breathing. is that you?  is 

this recall or fantasy?  lights out. 
volume up.   sedition is under cover.

Poems © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker 

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