Friday, April 15, 2011

secret vice [a poem]

secret vice

this is becoming
a habit, a secret vice--
cigarettes with gin

here in this small light
we are just afternoon friends,
my hands still unstained

I will break the chain
of blue afternoon shade dreams
like a sudden spell

gin warms my insides
like a tide washing over
those hidden spaces

this concupiscence
once so sweet, now turns bitter
in an empty hour

—MM Zorn

(Each stanza in this poem is a haiku.)

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