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.
* * *
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# posted by Hedgie @ 11:42 PM 
