manouvre

October 23, 2007 at 11:18 am | Posted in poetry | 3 Comments

rom the moment we met
you were reaching inside me
sifting the detritus
and grabbing at my heart
but it shimmied and swirled
just out of your reach.And the whorl of your fingerprints
drew constellated patterns
on the surface of my neck
until I broke free
from the danger of choking
on words I hadn’t said.

And when you moved to smother me
in an embrace of disguised affection,
I positioned myself behind you
in the blinking of an eye
with a manoeuvre of such grace
that Heimlich would be proud.

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  1. That little boy’s arrows( see Modoathii)are hitting real hard now..boy, are you catching love?

  2. i was kinda lost in the poetry, could not manouvre my way out, but it has something to do with a chiquitta?

  3. woooow..nysss..seems enyewe the little bandit got you too aye?


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