Poet Laundry: Love

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Monday, June 2, 2025

where you last swept me

off my feet

your breath

fanning me tender, fanning me light

drowsy as my fingers linger

tracing your smile

the throb of promise

at sunrise

on the rose of my lips

holds memory of the curve of your kiss

dverse quadrille: a poem of precisely 44 words including the word “sunrise”

where the ocotillos rise

and the desert breeze

winds around the branches,

where the honey-essenced mesquites

perfume the sand

licked up

in the sonoran drift,

i sway here, too—

waiting for you,

twisting just a half smile

until you come,

your hair smelling like pine,

and mine

like shadows

coming out into the sun