Mustache by Lyn Lifshin

I was thinking
of it this
morning, those
marvelous hairs that
curl around your words

and how they smelled with
frost all over
in the mountains

And yes especially of that
time on the floor
looking like the
middle part of a thick
leggy bug I could

just see
above my belly, moist and
floating up
asked

is this
making your blood glow