This used to be my old sofa

Now it has become

a love narrative

something conceptual

strangely enough

it has taken on the shape
of plump lips

I find myself compelled

to take running leaps
airborne for at least a minute

before landing
between the cushions
in the crease of your smile

tk/November 2011


R.A.D. Stainforth's charming reading of this poem:
(visit his fascinating blog Black Dogs here)

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image:  Christine Donnier-Valentin