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John Eivaz
There's Music
your hair desires me
your bright dishevelment of senses and curls
bounces short skirt flips tease my belly
it's you you you
a way to forget me
me me
suddenly your fingers are
there
they've hummed to themselves long enough
visible divisible no more
no more you
me you
i see the ghost of my dream of a nipple
the dream a ghost the ghost a dream the nipple
worn high by finger and tongue
your fingers strings tightened bowed legato
laces of a favorite pair of shoes
they're snug and on their way to exciting new streets
where we meet, me, you,
the Stones roll down the sad weak door
we make noise to enjoy noise to like
everything we do
Joni silk cynical sass likes sneaky flirts slight
jabs at fleshy wiggles and grunts
twinkles the eye watching for incoherence
turned on by sweat by each breath sliding
down and over skin breath a turn on like sweat
i'm a sack of water you're a waterfall
Arlo's sweet, a nip on a hot lobe nape nuzzle
intonation low singalong shivers Massive Attack
drops you through webs like fingers on and in you
through the neon-blanketed fall speed
sing the lost song cock prayer no-matter-what song
gimme gimme gimme meyoume
feather falls between sheets cheeks
there's no meaning there's music no meaning
skin a song past
riddles articulate illiterate memory
saves itself, its hunger
soon words fall fast
past gossamer through the door where we cease
singing
©2005 by John Eivaz
John Eivaz was born in New York and lives in California. He loves to
write, because it is the cheapest thing one can do for fun when one is
broke. He's been published online and in print in various places,
including a bunch of past issues of Slow Trains, and its first print
anthology. He is (once again) the poetry editor of the Erotica Readers
and Writers Web site. His writing has been recognized online by the
IBPC, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He works at a
winery. Read more of his work zt the Web site he shares with PJ Nights.
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