My voice curls around
the body of itself, mingling
only in air with yours.
This poem is like a lover,

come to undress my mind
in early light — or along
the moonswept bank of night

breathing and swaying with me,
crooning a song I cannot know
until it caresses my lips

wets the air with desire
and breaks through the pen
to paper, a place that love

brings home to greet you.

Ms. Lappen gratefully acknowledges this poem’s first publication in New Works Review, Vol. 3, No. 1., Jan., 2000.

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