Your tension
by Scott

if
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, 5:14 pm
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