Head First
by Ann Piatt
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
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Slip inside
where siren sings
where things one dreams
reality brings
into the light
where right is seen
and night
is somewhere in between
Bodies pulse
throb slow then race
in pace with urgency's
swollen face
probes in wonder
finds molten need
where place
is picked by hunger's greed
Arch and plunge
where droplets cling
where wings and steam
like coil spring
nestled tight
tense and rest in extremes
and morning
is somewhere in between
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