Swandive in corners that my eyes nourish with skepticism she emerged; swandive, hard-hitting and masked. i limped to her rescue my shaking hands lending her              my fever                             warmsugarsweater. she was pink, and soft, and her tongue soon smooth in my mouth slid in, perfect and crimson and left me like a hurricane victim wet and breathless... -hb 12/08/00 8:01 a.m. back home