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.
* * *
* * *
# posted by Hedgie @ 4:53 PM 
