Friday, August 18, 2006

Love's Liberation

The softness on the outside,
fuzz of teenagers first growth
puppies bellies
the nose of my sisters horse
when we stand near Guelph
and I love her for
the way she faces
hundreds of pounds
of wildness.
Do I dare to eat a peach?
He asks.
How I dare
stand in the face of this
through my window, just like everyday.
But with the bottom note filled
with how I dare.
How I dare
double dare.
Its sweetness
almost too much of an explosion
of possibility
for my plain palate
and so I will eat
buttered oranges instead.

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