By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 4 May 1999

Helen Keller's Luck

You chisel fingerprints
across my collarbone
and press hard enough
in my throat's hollow
to let me know
this love has faded.

Fear, envy, remorse
rise like braille
on your breath
against my lips
and I read their meaning
with subconscious ease

waiting
waiting
waiting

for my tongue to push you away
until you push yourself into me
in gruff persuasion
and I allow myself
the jealousy of
Helen Keller's senses
in the wake of passion

Knowing she'd have never known
what I will
when this moment ends