Friday, January 13, 2012

Untitled Poem for the New Year

You look like a memory, I don't know yet
The smell of you
All sweet and spice
The taste of you
All salt and earth
You touch me
Hard and exact, eager and vulnerable
I feel you
All smooth and rough
Taut against my tongue
Feverish beneath my fingers
I don't know you
But I remember you

Demetria Dixon