a poem a day for a year # 140

by Amy Turn Sharp


I exhaust myself thinking of new ways to kiss you
backwards
behind
upside down
in a taxi speeding across the lonesome bridge
upstairs at Erec's
in the old graveyard in Athens
reenacting famous scenes
building new paths
I would get inside of you if I could
crawl inside your bone skin tent
and kiss you from the inside out
be your little baby