Fingertips
locked in a mutual trance
nerve endings throbbing
with pornographic designs
straining insistent
tumescent against skin
swelling chafing
at the finger's binding ring
cursing
cursing
but keeping
the plain brown wrapper of propriety.
A mere touch
in the visible universe
an imperceptible flutter held
three breaths longer than proper
raining fireballs
bright as Oppenheimer's suns
melting ice caps
from north pole to south
in the frozen geography
of the unseen universe in me.
Clarissa is happily returning to her old craft of poetry after a longish hiatus to explore the world of design. She now ghost-writes letters for a prominent Ontario politician. She lives in a well-feathered and boldly-painted nest in Toronto with her similarly colourful significant other.
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The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux