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Readiness

I change the sheets on my bed, your visit
In this warm rose-blooming late November
A slowly gathering truth, imminent
A fear I am what you misremember
My eyes, my mouth, my skin, a catalogue
I scrub, I dust, I tidy, but myself
I examine, unsure, quiet prologue
Thoughts corroded, worry a salty delph
You call, your voice a silken growl in me
Intense declarations, desire reread
You smooth me like cool sheets, say you want me
Unhurried tenderness dissolves stiff dread
Yours, like sea on sand, like grit on stone, we
Hurry, slow dance away from elegy

November 27, 2000