les pauvres cœurs


Sunday, November 18, 2007

H.

I met you
like a dream

In the dark of midnight,
the middle of the road,
I climbed out of subconciousness
and into your car

As all romance is unspoken
we didn't touch
'til the dark of morning

Your kisses, H-----,
they were as clumsy as my speech
You hands, H-----,
they were nervous and uncertain
As if the female form
were so unfamiliar
and you were shaking

Our bodies pressed on.

My legs, H-----,
they were lost in you
My lips, H-----,
they were nervous and uncertain

In the light of dawn,
limbs entangled,
our gestures remained as they were
but no less wanting
than they had been
in the dark

3 comments:

Agent Jellie said...

I understand why you did it, but I liked it better with the name.

Erin Karcher said...

I did too, I REALLY didn't want to blank out the name, since it's a really good name, but... you know... his privacy and all that. Don't worry, if it goes in my poetry book and gets published, the name goes back in. Seems safer that way, somehow.

Agent Jellie said...

Quite the compliment, from the poet's muse herself. Thank you.