hankarcher

Reflections, of sorts, in verse, of sorts.

Month: November, 2012

Warm Goodbye

You offer to kiss
the night guard if
he’ll let us in
for an after hours viewing
of Dali’s Meditative Rose.

Ten minutes later
even my jealousy
cannot out stroke my awe as
before the painting
you take my hand and
press it artfully
against your thigh

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Hands Under

Slipping my hands under
the land’s fishnet garters
palms rub back and forth
until they’re torn

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Launder

Launder
my love. Remove
all stains
but you

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My Electric Cross

Dear Lord allow me
to climb from this height
walk among your servers
gift those beautiful
and rich enough with
a lick from
this dimming
shocking
tongue

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If I Don’t Come Home

If I don’t come home
until long after you have
passed and miss
the welcome of your crackling
and moistened hearth,
greet me as you would have
had things turned out differently
with a heartfelt
lingering hello

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Watch Me

in tired undershirt
across the urban chasm
of the street below
as I light upon imaginings
of your electric body
and worn kiss

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Tonight

Shiver
beneath me

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