In Love
I am in love
with stars, tarantulas and you
porcupines, pyramids
cellophane
and mayonnaise
Picasso and gumbo-limbo trees
the frost on the morning cloak
shredded paper raining down
on streets
crowded with asteroids
and caviar
with you as well
as the smell of lavender
and the touch
of a stranger on the train
no stranger than
the love I have for you.
Snake
Coiled conceit
unraveling
in arms
cold to the touch
the cobra springs
shedding skin
(not yet her own)—
and I trusted you
for what you were.
From Your Side of the Sun
On your side of the sun
insinuations
spread
this & that
secrets
in cold colors
white fireflies
contained in
incandescent jars
it never stops
these rumors
recriminations
age define
dark spots on an old man’s face
suggesting spittle from its mouth
certainty
when there is none.
Vodka
Vodka becomes me
i, it
we are friends
from the playgrounds
of our youth
old lovers
behind a barn
grappling
in the grass
we climbed
Everest
it and I
plunged to the soft
bottom
of the Mariana Trench
where no neighbors
could see us
nothing touch us
we had no shame
where shame itself
was light
no remorse
we grow old
really old
i and it
fulfilling our pledge
till death do us part.
1 comment:
Loved the imagery.
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