Your face;
my mind, like paper wrapped
round graphite,
a charcoal tree’s fingers
on manufactured white
image of you, clinging.

or a wet portrait whipped
in the wind
caught against my face,
paint running-
essence of your image creeping down my neck.

you emboss
the thrill of you
my thin-sheet-of-gold heart

October ’05


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