Erotica (for D.) again a soft-focus filter between us and i forgot where i was beginning our descent into barbarism: in ease of darkness he peeled back the sheet and slid his hands between shadows and flickers of saints. patiently. the crescent curve of his back And our breaths intertwine on the world's edge Lashes to lashes. Sky's shades his head angled backwards, smooth neck reflecting the sky. The light flickers, we both flicker, twitch. to steal under closed doors then find him, open-eyed and loving. I don't believe there's anything to say except, "I was alive like you. Back then." When he reads me, I'm reading him I wish I'd written him
30.1: MADE
Released July 2009Index of Poems
Editor/ Producer: David Prater
Cover Image: David Prater
The poems in this special issue were 'made' by the contributors to 30: Custom using lines from each others' works.





