Between Strangers

The week
we were not-lovers
there was mention
of the Berkshires.

Need is
a wide-eyed look
over a shoulder
from the bath.

This time
of not-summer
I scratch at bites
until they bleed

And swat away
thoughts or slap them
from the heavy air
dead between palms.

The air of possibility
between crashing palms —
where does it go,
that buzz between strangers?

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Between Strangers

  1. Millie Ho says:

    “Need is
    a wide-eyed look
    over a shoulder
    from the bath.”

    Holy cow, such imagery, Ray! The buzz between strangers is rightfully tantalizing. Your poem reminds me of this picture: http://partialobjects.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/adrian-tomine.jpg

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