Thursday, November 30, 2017

Kristen de Kline #174 Your arms

I
your arms   they eat away
at every damn poem

bloody elbow

stomps on the stanzas


II
that Honolulu hotel balcony
wrapping     your arms 
all around me   

like a spiralling sleeve
etching haikus

about
love     and us
and love      and us

into blood
& bone 

tell me, you said,
what scares you
the most


III
lying by the pool:
a copy of Less than Zero
and duty free Raybans

blowing
words

bent double,
palm trees

still your arms
warm, wanting

dead bark

splattered
palm leaves

your arms
that's all


























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