Issue 6:
Love
Tasha
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You Babe
I. i got a lite on you babe
I try with my right hand
to loosen the straps
which bind my sandal
A prerequisite
before I can tread barefoot
through the night waters of your hair
let the light from your eyes
play through the deep folds of my clothes
and undress secret wishes
and finally our hands
touch
II. Effloresce
When we make love
we crawl back into
ourselves,
silhouettes
touching black rocks
with warm fingers
breathe on white
fleshy flowers
in bloom
between a
coral Saturn and
a crescent moon.
~Tasha
Tasha lives in the Chicagoland area. She works as a receptionist in a retirement facility and dreads getting old. Her work has been published in several ezines, including: Conspire, Snakeskin, Stirring and Bluff Magazine. Email.
© 2001 by Tasha. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 24, 2002.