of: Brevity ^

1. It was not the chill of the night,
   but the simplicity of the
          dowry I had given,
   sacrificial of tradition and
   saving face
       that kept me
                cold in the mist

2. i felt the trace of her
   fingers dance, wet
   butterflies devouring
   the small of my back,
   and like the arch of
   a foot, felt her close
   me into virgin ground

2007
Prompt: Steve Kowit’s In the Palm of Your Hand 2nd Edition,“Poem 11: A Brief Descriptive Poem (no longer than 7 lines)” p 77