Non-Erotic PoetryClimbingCLIMBING
By JCSTREET © 2004 020602
Aran sweater, jeans ... she’s
climbing ahead of me
making the pace, inclined
into the soft womb of the rise, I
feel my age as I heavy-breathe
upward in her train, she is
new-love-minted
in the tapestry of my eye
new pulsing
in my dreamscape…….. new
snuffle-kissy in bed
-30- Kingston, Ontario – June 2, 2002
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