Thursday, November 8, 2007

Solstice

But I yearn
for a man's
warm palm
brushing against
my skin
like beta
rays scanning
my innards --
I give in --
I surrender --
to the night's
solstice.

2 comments:

GreenPenSouth said...

I like this poem.

hehe

Love Poems said...

Hahaha! Thank you. Does it set the record straight or bent? Hehehe.