After the storm a few posies colorful <br />as Nembutal tablets on a dresser. <br /> <br />A mynah and raven all skin and bone <br />drink without looking at me; <br />the humid day unfolds. <br /> <br />I open your well-creased letter; <br />bitter words you wrote, the care <br />taken to injure me. <br /> <br />I imagine your satisfaction <br />burning my picture, your mouth <br />contorted like a woman thrusting <br />in pleasure. <br /> <br />Your shoulders bare as new coins <br />and shimmering with beaded sweat.<br /><br />Bernard Henrie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visiting-the-past-stealing-nothing/
