By ZoE
Date: 15 October 1999

Cocoon

we began summer with juice spills on the lenolium

and you
    labeling my theighs 
          like constellations
from Rhode Island to New York smoking cloves
      and naming ourselves after eachother
 so we didn't know who was who
tounge kisses
           under the covers
when you tickled my toes
          like a bedtime story
when touches meant love
          and your fingertips were my sandcastles
when on rainy days you snuck me out
             to listen to static on the radio
   and thumb through sexist magazines
                   now you know me so well
     I am a photograph in your wallet
a face with a purpose
                        your poem without words
I was your papoose in an eskimo pie
                          weaving in and out of the wires
you'd tuck me in
        and say it was past my bedtime
dissecting my insides with your comfotable stares

we began summer with juice spills on the lenolium