The Resolution

I am a thin layer of woman
poured over a man,
a liquid skin that you are in
I think you are dissolving
The hand you pass between my thighs
is fleeting
but, for the moment, it is mine
I will taste it all
I will take you in and swallow
the storms and silences that follow,
silence so desolate
I scarcely know you're breathing
I think your heart is stopping

©2001