by A.J. Huffman
Folds of black
fabric erase the tangible, open
the possible. Breathing
behind me, a ghost of the future,
you are hovering. Pleasure
flushes my skin.
I am warm when fingers find me.
I collapse into anonymous
embrace. Our bodies
recognize each other despite the darkness.
Your mouth hesitates too long.
My breast rises to meet it.
Tongues turn into stars. Electricity
is a completed kiss. Without lips
we tell each other a lifetime
of need and want. We dance
the pathways of longing, a united flowing,
uphill. We are smoke,
converging on flame. Two sparks,
we burn desire till dawn.
A.J. Huffman has published eleven solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook
through various small presses. Her new poetry collection, Another Blood Jet, is
now available from Eldritch Press. She has three more poetry collections
forthcoming: A Few Bullets Short of Home from mgv2>publishing, Degeneration
from Pink Girl Ink, and A Bizarre Burning of Bees from Transcendent Zero Press.
She is a Multiple Pushcart Prize nominee, and has published over 2200 poems in
various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey
Review, Bone Orchard, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of
Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com
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