Berkshires
use my finger towels ―
ruthless and without tact,
wake
me restless,
hot
and hungry,
Mozart's
Serenade No. 10
like
a meadow in my hair.
I
pull damp strands from my neck,
grab
the sill in my descent,
each
dark stair a trowel,
unearthed
in my hand.
I
crave often and sticky
your
peanut butter,
stand
in the kitchen at 3:00 a.m.,
lick
it clean from my thumb.
tk, October 2012
image: Midnight Snack, 1984 by Curtis Wilson Cost
