Your tension
by Scott

drinking was the first of it
what was left to do but martyrdom
across the speechless dawn
Setting the first diamond
was the hard start of a pickup truck
predating the dawn in something ancient
had we known already the spasms
would betray a fonder grasp
of a morning in sleepless December
the glances loved
tender as any soft lipped kiss
upon the stoop beginning

Written April 2, 2001, 2:14 pm
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