“ Under the Stairs”
c.2000, Miriam M. Wynnunder the stairs you and I are
burning, waning, begging with
a sweet hot call for connection
under which you and I are longing.I was convinced
when I saw you
that things were going to happen
that the waves were going to smack me down
and they did.I’m marked all over with the salt of the sea
the salt of your touch a
crystal scratch of sand
stamped on my ass,your sweat, your saliva,
your need.