9.22.2007

Out Loud

his voice
makes my
poems cook
like a tin saucepan
on a gas range
his inflection--
feverish, hot

this choice
does satisfy
a brief look
a blink, a scan
moments of change
such perfection
within earshot

true, his voice
like big sky
an unfettered outlook
blue heat, he can
exchange
predilection
for fresh thought

5 comments:

dc_speaks said...

OMG...we miss you soooooo much.

excellent piece. I have to go back and catch up.

today is the lovely ladies b-day. hit her up...you know the digits. laters

KIKI said...

Whew! Somebody got a fan?

Muze said...

sexy. i love this.

Anonymous said...

i have GOT to catch up! I'm missing out on my education.
Hotness!

Don said...

We both have to catch up!

Nice work.