Saturday, April 16, 2011

mexican blanket 4.16.11

once buried beneath 
sand six feet deep 

(now uncovered within)
resides an unruly beast

eyes as sharp as hunting knives
and bared snaggle-teeth

i fantasize of nights 
jarring hot and black

imagine incisors 
lacerating lazy hands

and the quick blade of fact
tested my bloody lip

it did not find me wanting
lashes lowered and words slipped

from the mouth of the creature
that never whispered its existence 

until new and clear-eyed 'neath
my mexican blanket she stirred

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