warm between the thighs

like the place the light goes
over the edge of the world
as we watch knees touching
from the cooling beach
like that spot in the mind
once before a fireplace
where you choose to spend
the final moment of your life
as the last sound fades
like the back of your hand
in a shaft of sunlight
your whole life outside
the window in melting snow


© 1999 by
michael mcneilley