Friday, May 16, 2008

Passion Seat

Is it between your lips

all teeth, tongue, & gum,

tender soft, bone hard,

in the wide of your open mouth?


Is it in the crook of your neck,

stark hollow that surfaces

as you strain, then rage?

Or the crevice of bridge & nostril,

that place that makes your face

your face?


Where is your passion?

Where does it sit?


In the groove, the fire

beneath your own finger,

curious, furious, alone?


Under the hard arrogance

of steady foot to heel,

brisk, troubled

in the night’s diamond pigment?


Or can it be found

between thick thumb

with square nail armor

& the calloused tent

of your index finger?


Pen leaking shambled messages.



(cc) Karen G. Johnston

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