Tryst Poetry by PJ Nights

all arms and legs

With your touch
†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††Iím ageless
all legs and arms, fingers and toes,
a composite of what I was

††††††††††a child on the beach, legs all
††††††††††the way to my shoulders,
††††††††††I dart back and forth from land to sea.
††††††††††Arms work the pail, move oceans
††††††††††into a brown-sugar tunnel to China.

And what I will be

††††††††††an octogenarian, residing
††††††††††in the very tips of me.
††††††††††My fingers push through the leaves
††††††††††of your poems; toes rock
††††††††††my chair to their rhythms.

With you
†††††††††††††††††††††††††Iím all wings and roots:

††††††††††a seabird on stilts ridiculously long,
††††††††††my knees bending backwards
††††††††††under the pressure of your lips on mine,

††††††††††a banyan tree, aerial feelers
††††††††††fusing heaven to earth with every kiss
††††††††††from here to there. In the rush of hips
††††††††††to meet each thrust,

Iím you and you, me;
††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††weíre all arms and legs,

††††††††††an eight-limbed starfish, spiral-
††††††††††armed, a whirlpool of light.


© PJ Nights 2002


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