Thursday, February 28, 2013
Poems February 2013
Poems for February 2013
("Lunes xxxii - lix" +
one "Small Song")
2/1: "Lune xxxii: Columbia at 10"
A streak of fire ends
in Texas;
seven, remembered.
* * *
2/2: "Lune xxxiii"
Flung stones skim the lake
where none sink;
ice sings at their touch.
* * *
2/3: " Lune xxxiv"
The moons of your breasts
disperse my
profoundest nightfalls.
* * *
2/4: "Lune xxxv"
Chill sunlight hardens
the pond's edge
to rough translucence.
* * *
2/5: "Lune xxxvi"
Your cinnamon skin
simmers hot
ad sweet on my lips.
* * *
2/6: "Lune xxxvii"
Vanguard snowdrops lift
bells against
winter's salient.
* * *
2/7: "Lune xxxviii"
Above thick cloud fields,
the sun hoards
its heat for August.
* * *
2/8: "Lune xxxix"
O fiery cornhusked
tamale,
eager to be shucked!
* * *
2/9: "Lune xl"
Lurking sweetgum balls
sabotage
spring's first barefoot walk.
* * *
2/10: "Lune xli"
The faint clicks of beads
you've braided
in your hair bring peace.
* * *
2/11: "Lune xlii"
The st eady static
of the rain
breaks for bridges.
* * *
2/12: "Lune xliii"
That worn pink bathrobe
still sets off
the curves of your calves.
* * *
2/13: "Lune xliv"
Your fingertips taste
of ginger
and sesame oil.
* * *
2/14: "Lune xlv: For Krysten"
You are the hawk who
strides the sky
and never falters.
* * *
2/15: "Lune xlvi"
I enfold the warmth
of your breast
as seeds embrace May.
* * *
2/16: "Lune xlvii"
A jay dislodges
fragrant rain
from a cedar bough.
* * *
2/17: "Lune xlviii"
Cold as cats' noses,
your toes press
against my bare feet.
* * *
2/18: "Lune xlix"
Flashing yellows wink
through brown stems
of forsythia.
* * *
2/19: "Lune l"
Always I'm caught by
how your hands
move about the world.
* * *
2/20: "Lune li"
Side by side we breathe,
still after
the sharing of selves.
* * *
2/21: "Lune lii"
Noon's weight presses down
on my eyes;
I'll rest them just one -- -- --
* * *
2/22: "Lune liii"
My rain-frizzed love, how
unperturbed
your insouciance.
* * *
2/23: "Lune liv"
The python tattooed
on your thigh
entwines me smoothly.
* * *
2/24: "Lune lv"
As ever with you,
I'd rather
take the scenic route.
(NOTE: Suggested by the title of
Nikki Giovanni's poem "The Scenic Route")
* * *
2/25: "Lune lvi"
Morning's numbed light seeps
through these clouds,
outweighed by cold rain.
* * *
2/26: "Lune lvii"
Your lips are deft moths
playfully
flitting over me.
* * *
2/27: "Lune lviii"
Currants and cream fill
your navel,
a feast for my tongue.
* * *
2/28(a): "Small Song: Vespers"
I thrill to the creases and folds of your form,
to the undulant abundance of your abdomen.
Your breasts sink comfortably down your chest,
and the curves at the corners of your mouth
are cups that hold more kisses than I can count.
Your body has been joyously lived in and wears it
like a beacon that draws me out of the dark
to the warmth and repose of home.
* * *
2/28(b): "Lune lix"
The warmth of your hand
suffices
as the sun descends.
* * *
* * *
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Poems for January 2013
("Lunes i - xxxi +
one "Small Song")
one "Small Song")
(NOTE: Lunes iii through xvi comprise
the sequence Presences although
the final order will be quite different.)
1/1: "Lune i"
Chill whispers of rain
stir the pines
into slight motion.
* * *
1/2: "Lune ii"
I've tattooed your name
on my lips;
your taste goes with me.
* * *
1/3: "Lune iii"
Black braids brush my face
as you sway
above me in joy.
* * *
1/4: "Lune iv"
Baptismal sweat beads
the valley
of your breasts with light.
* * *
1/5: "Lune v"
The curves of your hips
shimmer through
the cirrus of silk.
* * *
1/6: "Lune vi"
Sun woman, your touch
causes me
to break into bloom.
* * *
1/7: "Lune vii"
I follow the scent
of mango
to your moist center.
* * *
1/8: "Lune viii"
Your coiled pubic hair
tangles my
tongue like matted thyme.
* * *
1/9: "Lune ix"
The black cherries of
your nipples
swell; my lips sweeten.
* * *
1/10: "Lune x"
Beige satin, the backs
of your knees
tremble with my kiss.
* * *
1/11: "Lune xi"
I ache for no home
but the brown
mound of your belly.
* * *
1/12: "Lune xii"
The umber folds of
your navel
invite me deeper.
* * *
1/13: "Lune xiii"
The surge of your thighs
thrusts us up
to burst among stars.
* * *
1/14: "Lune xiv"
The catches in your
breath trace my
fingers' passage down.
* * *
1/15: "Lune xv"
All the hinges of
your body
open for us both.
* * *
1/16: "Lune xvi"
Your hand folds over
mine as I
cup you afterward.
* * *
1/17: "Lune xvii: January"
The hot water takes
too long to
reach the shower head.
* * *
1/18: "Lune xviii"
Morning frost sings and
curls away
from the scraper's blade.
* * *
1/19: "Lune xix"
Feathers of light brush
snow-freighted
pines with nascent peach.
* * *
1/20: "Lune xx"
Your black hair mirrors
in shimmers
August's waxing moon.
* * *
1/21: "Lune xxi"
Your fingers whisper
in silence,
your touch rich with Braille.
* * *
1/22: "Lune xxii"
The cat, stepping in
a patch of
moonlight, shakes her paw.
* * *
1/23: "Lune xxiii"
The whisper of your
hairbrush calls
the hour of compline.
* * *
1/24: "Lune xxiv"
The windflower sways
but never
spills the sun it cups.
* * *
1/25: "Lune xxv"
The ache of the cold
seeps within:
bending, I will break.
* * *
1/26: "Lune xxvi"
The iris angles
from its vase,
a shout of purple.
* * *
1/27(a): "Small Song: Matins"
Sipping Starbucks lattes,
they stare, intent,
at their laptop
where the preacher
chides his flock.
- - -
1/27(b): "Lune xxvii"
Two gulls blown inland
skim the closed
strip mall, candescent.
* * *
1/28: "Lune xxviii"
The scent of burning
pine lingers
beyonds the ashes.
* * *
1/29: "Lune xxix"
Crumpled bumpers droop
and dangle,
hampering morning.
* * *
1/30: "Lune xxx"
The pin oak sapling
wraps itself
split plastic sacks.
* * *
1/31: "Lune xxxi"
Melon-ripe, your hips
rumba all
around the kitchen.
* * *
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