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The poet asks himself if he should write the haiku before, or after she has made love, or after she has woken from a dream, or after she has been daydreaming. He imagines her spread like a halo, that he stands in the doorway, and that seeing him she opens her thighs. The moon shows through the window, the sheets are white with its light, and she pinches a nipple between a thumb and forefinger.Her nipple for him, her opened thighs for him, her wet-spot for him; and then he thinks: It would be nice too if afterward, when he is propped on an elbow, she gazes at him with parted lips, parted legs, and half-closed eyes, and if the spilled moisture of her thighs is both his and hers.
····her thighs—a wet-spot round as the night’s full
Redbud | January 13 2017