Sunday, January 29, 2006

Magic Sexual Thinking

The me of the fetish
is quiet and desperate.
It's just a trick
to make someone appear interested,
a ritual of caress and touch
that could not be made
simply real.

The poem came
out of a hunch.
It's an old hunch
speaking to me since
I can nearly recall.
There are many secrets in it.


At 3:24 PM, Blogger luc u! said...

happy birthday don. keep up the good work.



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