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Janet Butler

Body talk

A summer night, the sky a river
deep with silence
the hours slowing, flowing to larger rhythms.

I stand by a window and moon gaze
the mournful O of it I imagine
glazing a distant window that shadows you.

I see a sliver of moon
light cutting through glass
to pencil your body

a thin luminous curve
over thighs and crumpled sheets,
damp with the sweet odors of sweat and you.

Insomniacs of desire
our feverish tongue-tied pauses
long for the Braille of body-talk

fingers that taste hidden places
bodies slow dancing
to the music of a creaking bed.




Janet Butler relocated to the Bay Area in 2005 after many years in central Italy. She teaches
ESL in San Francisco and lives in Alameda with Fulmi, a lovely Spaniel mix she rescued in Italy
and brought back with her. Some current or forthcoming publications are The Blue Bear
, The Chaffey Review, Miller's Pond, Town Creek Poetry, and Red Ochre Lit. Her most
recent chapbook is "Searching for Eden" from Finishing Line Press.