Archive for April 16th, 2010

Reserved For Two

By Jason L. Huskey

It’s cold.
Nuts-in-your-elbows cold.
But here you are,
like a child without technology,
one who remembers pornography
in the form of a crumpled-up copy
of a Sears catalogue tucked away
behind the pickle-green washing machine–
like a man who needs the reality
of a wet handkerchief against his skin–
one whose vision falls off the axis
between believing and belief personified–
like the eagles and the lions and the bears–
like the propaganda of pavement,
wet, unmarked, always at night.
But here you are,
studying the shallow breaths
in between shouts, ingesting
the saliva of a still tongue,
witnessing pink flesh fluctuate
through all its hellish shades.
Even summer nights may fall
victim to an outlier of frost;
but love, in its cruelty,
outlasts us all.

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