RickySorensen

The phone   on the wall Only speaks   when spoken to Only rings   when crooked fingers Reach for five but press the two.

You are ten days old now skin of almonds and wine fingers like a fox trap hair like the cypress vine You are ten days old now ears like an Indian blade to tempt of me to kiss and see the smile for which I prayed You are ten days old now like a bell struck miles away your breathing's soft and slow like a hymn on the Lord's day You are ten days old now and who'd of ever thought that by the luring of my lover I'd set the trap with which I'm caught