Tuesday, December 20, 2005


Stay still
a while longer
this morning
because your skin
is warm
baby-powdered silk
your hair fragrant
lemongrass and sunlight
your mouth tastes
of burnt sugar and strawberry
and I want
to hold you quiet
and make a memory
before we start
too fast
the rest
of the day.


Fingers said...

Apart from the lemongrass fragrance what I also liked very much is the name of this poem...

coyote said...

The main reason for facing the rest of the day, isn't it?

Fingers said...

Surely, must be...