Poet Laundry: Passion

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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”

the close of march—

the phoenix rose,

petals burning—

you caught them

with damp palms,

rubbed them lime-light

on my skin,

sipping salt

from the spoon

of my throat,

drunk

on the moonshine

margarita of spring