the body stretches
the lines of
the white sheets
what else would bring you inside
other than the pose I strike
sitting right here?
the poet next door
harms the walls
trying hard to place
pictures of distant lands
into his house
hammering the heart
to please a lover
like me
hands grab me
by the throat
your kisses caress
my tongue
you and I
naked
against a wall
silent prayers
of many more
the whiteness comes
diluting it all
what else would erase the darkness
of salty mornings with no sea
of hearing poets like me
who sit and listen for
peace?
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