Showing posts with label Pulse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pulse. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Pulse

Pulse

Blood nudging the skin
from the inside,
as the cat pushes the top
of his head into
your palm, asking for
love. What did
the two fingers say
to the neck,
searching, as we say,
for the pulse:
what kind of alive
are you, let
me count the ways.

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