5/4/11

STOP, KISS, THEN BACK TO WORK
By John Grey


You break away from the chair,
the stove, the refrigerator,
even the cloth in your hand -
all these lesser versions of you.

Your waist wills itself into my fingers,
your lips claim your better self,
face against face -
there's never been this kind of close.

Then up from your eyes,
faith cradles all reason,
while soft hand on hard cheek
encircles the heart.


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I’ve been published recently in the Talking River, South Carolina Review and Karamu with work upcoming in Prism International, Poem and the Evansville Review.