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Visitation

November 18, 2009

Visitation

don’t know what
he is or wants

kissing me in the dark
warm soft intrusive

tongue hands breath
the skin across his jaw

taut rough gritty
I know him

from highways dreaming straight
across the semi-

desert night no streetlights
no gas stations no diners

only owls and coyotes
guarding their mesa

watching his lone car
headlights like twin comets

hurrying through their heaven
coyotes wail and the moon

rises and the owls
take wing