Inscape 04 FINAL - Pasadena City College
Inscape 04 FINAL - Pasadena City College
Inscape 04 FINAL - Pasadena City College
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C HRISTINA G RANADOS<br />
Smooth sailing; knowingly<br />
Layer upon layer<br />
Of exposed, leathered skin<br />
From summer sun.<br />
His eyes blazing hazel<br />
His hair screaming white<br />
The smell of sea sweat<br />
Beading from his skin<br />
Rolling down the dark<br />
Of his young shoulders<br />
Dripping to the sand<br />
Where my feet<br />
Bury themselves<br />
In an unmentionable bliss<br />
Each grain finely rounded<br />
To the percetion<br />
Of the wearer<br />
Hoping to be carried away shortly.<br />
I stare upward into the sun<br />
And the only thing that saves my sight<br />
Is his ripe body.<br />
Ripe<br />
For You, Tonight<br />
A LESSANDER<br />
Everything is right. The way she slumps<br />
topless on the hardwood floor in the hall<br />
pale and bare, like those sterile walls . . .<br />
the passion in her moans when we dry-hump;<br />
The way she puts ice in her White Zinfandel<br />
which is really pink, like the hue of her lips<br />
even the slight tilt of her mal-aligned hips<br />
is right. She whispers, “You’re so beautiful . . .”<br />
in mid-moan; I whisper, “God, so are you”<br />
just low enough so that she doesn’t hear.<br />
L AUREN C ONNOLLY<br />
The Morning After<br />
The sun shines<br />
through open windows,<br />
Panic about the morning after<br />
looms in strange places,<br />
like the marriage bed.<br />
After committing crimes and misdemeanors<br />
through the midnight moon.<br />
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