by C. Marie
(11/21/07)
If I Could Make Her
if i could pare down
her poet's brooding
jewel her with splashy tattoos
and diamond nose rings
or at least control her
pulling apart segments of her fear
like how i eat
oranges, my teeth against
the slick membrane
wet orange juice ripe
render her to pulp
yes, if i could make
her blush delightfully
free, limbs loose as a baby's
her breath tufts
moist clouds in my ear tunnel
shy of love
she hides inside
her pillow box
at midnight
sleepwarm and love-drowsy
lips parted echoing sighs
descending to
melancholy medieval dreams
while i the
hot red bell pepper
fondle her chat space with sly fingers
mixing eggplant with carnelian
intense as dr. frankenstein
pandering to his ego
and its godlust.
Once Upon A Night
once while i
slept, her mouth
played riddles in the
well of my navel
impossible riddles without
answers, nighttime taunts
of sensual torture exposing
me, like ice pushed inside
my velvet place then flaming up,
her kisses cloistered inside
and she licked my thin-
rimmed self-esteem 'til i cried
later --
while scribbling on forum
i come.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux