You're like <br />a little fruit <br />you're like <br />a moon I want <br />to hold <br />I said lemon slope <br />about your <br />hip <br />because it's one <br />of my words <br />about you <br />I whispered <br />in bed <br />this smoothing <br />the fruit & <br />then alone <br />with my book <br />but writing <br />in it the pages <br />wagging <br />against my knuckles <br />in the <br />light like a <br />sail.<br /><br />Eileen Myles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/movie-5/
