Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Kate Gurney - 'cycling'

I know so I am free
at first what is next?
You tell me
never catch a man naked
Nothing closes like fingers
Nothing stretches out as far
as the muscle in your arm
Is that him?
Here he comes
I don't want to be free
But in my head
the door is slamming
and the wolf is undressing
to ask for mother's blessing

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