her voice
harsh in the morning
my eyebrows
thick
and I watch through them
frowning
from the shadows
so
many
sounds
moving across the asphalt
so many shades
of indifference
no direction
for my passion
to build
its
walls
all around
the times of day
but there is a glass
of water
the coolest water
it waits
for
me
beckons to my throat
cool yourself
child
drink
and be
as you wanted to be
drink of me and be sated
of these thirsts
that have been building nests
in all the molecules
of your body
06/18/2009 AAW
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