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Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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In which they undress 
and begin. Permitting flesh

to arrive without warning--
a kiss you have wanted

in restaurants and trains, a blond shadow
that softens the edge of your eye

all the way to Canal St's cool
tiled walls, where Chinese mothers hasten

unable to conceal
their jealous heat, their daughters...

But look how far you’ve wandered
already, from the flagrant room

where bodies whiten, and they kiss 
as though accustomed to constant radiance.

Where they kiss and remain
nameless (as if one could recall

the unique shape of darkness
in each lover’s mouth)