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Nov. 15, 2002
volume i, issue vi
simplicity
Kelly McHone

You

know what I wish?
I wish you'd pick me up at my front door
lean in close, taste my smile
take me out
in your 2-door old classic jaloppy               to the middle of
nowhere

and all we hear is          w            n      d
                                 i

in trees
and all we taste is the simplicity of that
moment
and all we smell is autumn grass

                             and
                       a
                                   tease
                         of
                  rain
                               coming

I want to bathe in your snow's sweat
tumble on leather seats
giggle over bumpednoses and cramping toes
command you and relent
I want you

       to lean back
                against the silk
                            of my thighs
                                        and
                                   beg me
                            to read you
               something brilliant
of mine
and you would give me opinions
with no cover-ups
we'd make fun of each other

and then I'd write a poem
of yours
with my tongue          t

                          r

                                a

                           c

                             i

                               n

                           g


each word from my memory
along the twists and veins and flesh of your neck
and we'd never say


so much


but later, when you dropped me off at my front door
you'd tell me how I  "taste like the sky because I look like the rain:
and I'd laugh
tell you to stop bullshitting,
but pull youcloser
because that's how I like it
when I think it's love
and you say it's


More       than passion
           but nothing less than perfection
           between two flawed humans with so much to offer
           and nothing but minds and hearts to lose



Kelly McHone ©2002
silky thighs