Too CloseBy Dorianne Laux In the room where we lie, lightstains the drawn shades yellow. We sweat and pull at each other, climbwith our fingers the slipper ladders of rib.Wherever our bodies touch, the flesh comes alive, Heat and need, like invisibleanimals, gnaw at my breasts, the softinsides of your thighs. What I wantI simply reach out and take, no delicacy now,the dark human bread I eat handfulby greedy handful. Eyes, fingers, mouths,sweet leeches of desire. Crazy woman, her brain full of bees, see how her palms curlinto fists and beat the pillow senseless. And when my body finally gives in to itthen pulls itself away, salt-lacedand arched with its final ache, I amso grateful I would give you anything, anything.If I loved you, being this close would kill me. Finally, somebody gets it... Oh, and I got an A- in the Novel course I was taking this summer. Sweeeeeeet. previous - next