hike up your skirt
and those egg white smooth shapes
of your face we criss-cross
was it so very strange
as kissed as you are
that weary spirit split
a pagoda soup of darkness
as crazy eyes cross back
and forth like fencers
so many hours that hurt
the most she never spoke of us
time i'd kissed that strange line
and annihilation lit up
our tv screen

-- 7/28/07, IL