Poetry

Poetry

I liked writing on you

inking my words along your limbs

licking at verses down your back

and stanzas across your torso

My fountain pen parted my lips

dipped into the folds of you

my parchment flesh

and moved with the rhyme and rhythm of our mouths

My lyric became my odyssey

haiku became sonnet

verse became chapter

story became novel

I created between the covers of you

etched prose along your spine

wrapped metaphors around your wrist

and printed allegories between the line of your finger tips

Letters of longing jumbled behind your knees

forgotten phrases nestled in your elbows

I covered you with written illustration

my book of love

March 11, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen