© Sauce*Box, Winter 1997-98. All
rights revert to author.
Summer Wanes
by Rachel Mathis
She stretches
herself
on a crocheted coverlet.
Her sounds
echo
your mind.
Her fingers
trace
circles
in the spread's design.
Tracing round
the swirled
lacework
She softly
gasps
at the thought
of you
loses
herself
in a
whispermoan
You call
to her
shudders
repeatedly
and again
shudders
and again
tracing circles
connecting two lives
within a breath.
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