me up next by Y.H. Etheart
May 16th, 2009 | Published in Poetry | 1 Comment
after parting
with sweat on my stomach
and on your upper lip;
wide-eyed and breathing
i looked down as you sat up
and saw you
(what had always been you)
wide-open and gaping
and wondered to myself
how someone so small
could up and change
from crevice to chasm
all in one hour.
From acclaimed Spanish author Manuel de Lope
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June 2nd, 2009at 2:12 pm(#)
Wow.