by Stella Brice
(09/19/07)
CONCENTRIC
He undresses me & pushes
me down on the bed.
I glide
his raw soft marble flesh into mine.
His index finger on my clit.
Our feet tangle like spiders.
SUMMER SHOW
When I was l2 the older boy
next door ran around in
cut-off jeans all
summer.
No shirt.
A tease of hair grew
down his belly.
Down to the
bundle of the treasure of
the groin.
All summer that mean
lithe body.
I didn't touch it then but
I would touch it now.
(What a treat.)
I would say:
Here. Let me help you. Let me
help you with that.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux