A Poem For Two Voices

he:

All lemon linen and lipstick
I want to die for you
All wonderful and winged and leaking
That smile
Let me in
Want to
Walk through snow storms
Burning for you
Peeling oranges for you
Shimmering    and
Shivering    my
Assured
Modern
Woman

 
Who are you
Anyway?

she:

s'cuse me
while i sneeze
into my snotty
skunk cuff

 
i have come
to save you
from the suburbs of hell

 
to rub my skin
against
the regularity of yr habits

 
dived like a thought
out of paradise into
yr acrylic arms

 
truble is
yr mouth
a small cold pebble

 
truble is
i was born into
a more dangerous position than you

 
    suspended
      between
aloneness
and the desire    for

 
    earthly companionship.