The dust of lovers
gropes my feet.
I walk the upstairs hall
and it follows me,
mounds the sheets
with red pepper snap,
and forms a reservoir
of whorls
to spin scrapbooks
for silver shelves
by my front door.
Tonight
the dust of lovers
gropes my feet
I walk the upstairs hall
it follows me to bed
and mounds the sheets
with red pepper snap,
it forms a reservoir
of whorls
to spin scrapbooks
for silver shelves
by my front door
Tonight
The dust of lovers
gropes for my feet
as I walk down
the upstairs hall
it follows me to bed
and mounds the sheets
with red pepper snap
it forms a reservoir
of whorls
to spin scrapbooks
for silver shelves
by my front door
Tonight
the dust of lovers
gropes for my feet
as I walk down
the upstairs hall
it follows me to bed
and mounds the sheets
in my boudoir, with red
pepper snap it forms
a reservoir of whorls
to spin scrapbooks
for silver shelves
by my front door
Dust of Lovers
grey- it gropes
my toes and sweats
dries pasty, crusty
cherry stained
then mounts the sheets
of metal beds
in my boudoir with red
pepper snap it pants
a reservoir of whorls
to spin scrapbooks
for silver shelves
by my front door
