Summer 2005

Summer 2005

SUSAN PILEWSKI HANDS Let me drink from rivulets of water, pouring from your palms a temple of skin over your tapered bones the curve of fingers, lovelier than any Florentine doorway. In the shade of the almond trees, there is a valley of pure white sand where cool water runs among the limestone on the outskirts of this mountain town. MOUTH When you throw back your head and laugh it is the moon moving through Black Cherry Trees vast oceans rising. I wade waist deep in the tributaries of your tongue, your teeth, the cave of your soft palate. Each breath, a waving field of foxglove and I, the sole inhabitant of such a perfect universe.   Susan Pilewski teaches writing at SUNY Stony Brook. She is an editor of Rio: A Journal Of The Art and is the winner of the 2003 writing constest sponsored by Stony Brook's Institute for Medicine in Contemporary Society.

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