Smell Of Sulfur

Smell Of Sulfur

 

I have traced the arch of your back

the slender curve of your chin.

I have held your hand.  Touched

your strawberry hair and wiped the

snot bubble from your sleeping face.

 

In the morning nothing was said of

of my strong hands or wet eye lashes.   

I wrote you a thousand love poems

but you were too busy to hear even one.

I molded my lines in your shadow and in

hard work, for you, for a freak chance

of heart on heart contact. I am sick

of living in my head -red devil. 

Jump out of my mind and stand where

I can smell you.