[this is a sequel to a poem called, "side a, side b" posted on may 16.]


the lavander carress of yours
touched my chest where cupid stroke his arrow—
at dawn, i was lulled by a sandman—
at noon, his arms sway me to a bed of amber—
at night, you spill acid rain to my pillow. 
 
oh how hard to take off my dress,
leave it in the sand,
and let my nakedness, my splitting mind
be carried...