Triptych
I
Skin speaks to skin.
No apologies.
I love these oiled and gentle hands.
Touch me.
II
By this I am known:
Late afternoon sun
And you return at
Intervals, like a child,
With shell or seed or smile,
From barefoot journeys
Alone.
III
With native aversion to
Ceremony, you withdraw
And escaping,
Exercise your peculiar penchant
For ungoodbyes.
1999-2000
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