Tuesday, July 24, 2007

















If you weren’t here

you wouldn’t
feel
the brush of my lips and eyelashes
against your back, my hand,
curved around the corner
of your narrow hips, my knees, pressed
into the backs of yours.

If you weren’t here
you wouldn’t
hear
my breath, long and slow,
or feel its rhythm, light upon your skin,
feel how it matches yours, intake
for intake, outtake for outtake,
singing slightly, a little harmony.

If you weren’t here
perhaps you wouldn’t
know
how deeply I love you now,
tonight and always, how happy
I am to have this moment with you.
I love being with you, honey. Honey?
Honey? Are you here with me
or off in dreams already?

If you were here, perhaps
I’d kiss your lips, just
one more time. I’ll kiss your back
instead. Goodnight, my love.






Mary Stebbins Taitt
For Biker Buddy
070724; Tuesday, July 24, 2007, 1A
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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Boy in Red

Photo by Mary Stebbins Taitt, Liverpool, NY.
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