"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman

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Saturday, February 07, 2004

greenhouse

the night
the rain
the staccato tattoo of water on glass

the night
the rain
your skin
ghost white
fluorescent spotlight through broken glass

the night
the rain
has soaked your
blouse
second skin
shivering taunt flesh

the night
the rain
the heat
the shelter of the greenhouse
was your idea first,
it seems

it seems
your skin
like an invitation
that i cannot refuse

the night
the rain
the sussuration
of your breath
all i hear

my lips
on your skin
the heat
rises
your skin
rises
the steam
rises
on your skin
in the rain
in the night

copyright 1998 rjmaddock
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