Sometimes the slant …
Dec 7th, 2009
Sometimes the slant of sunlight on the hills …
as here
the new light fingering its way
into a darkened chamber
into sleep
crisp morning licking
at the pillowcases and
the sheets to drive
us out
our bodies, calipers,
curled drowsily
toward one another
flame red
twin tulip petals tipped
in scarlet
in that refraction
our kisses multiple and
so inflected that
the sun comes rivening into
our plain souls
suffusing us.
—Linda Watanabe McFerrin
Accepting submissions: Hot Flashes 3: more sexy little stories & poems