Of Muses And Other Ghosts

(7 march 1988)

When I Am In Love


Armies marching through your bed
between your legs

like monkeys, they cling
to the branches of your heart

going up up to your lips,
slipping into your mouth

with tongues of chocolate
and pornographic whispers

that dissolve into your breath,
like butter in a hot pan

every time splitting you into two parts
one that dies, and one

that will split again tomorrow
while moaning like a cow in heat

while two hundred miles away
in the smallest city in the world

I do not think that I could even dream
of folding my palm around your palm

and kissing you an a cheek
like a little child.

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014
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