Wednesday, August 12, 2009


it's stronger than a craving
for that perfectly cooked
chicken and sticky rice
in a chinese kitchen in a manhattan winter;
deeper than
curiosity killed the cat, you know
but a necessity
of a desire
to feel your teeth
pinching my skin between
and to see again
the passion we tripped on
a july night
with a backpack at my feet
and black gin between us.

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