By the Way
Allegedly human, my flesh
not of the sky or spirit, but earth
took a lover. He was as warm
as the hound dog that sleeps
at the end of my bed most nights.
He was a human as I am.
The flesh, certainly weak,
gives way to press flesh,
the earth moves, the spirit
laughs lightly, by the way.
Copyright © Barbara Cotter | Year Posted 2007
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