You Make Love Like the Last Snow Leopard
You make love like the last
snow leopard. Time hunts your shadows.
Your grooves dip a real x of an arc.
I love your shadow. It’s performance on the wall.
Your white hair flocked. It’s old age that makes
you kill for food. You bring a long blank to
bed in, the weight draws out.
You need someone with skill for the excursion.
Ride through the reservoir of sour peaches.
Your name meanders through the grass. Tall
people are in the way. I crowd surf to get to you.
You spill me into the flood. Water rushes out your sides.
You make a mystery of playing political love.
I could kill for you. I’d bring you an eagle stuffed
with finches. It’s pouch growing large and groaning
in your palm. A cliff of umbrellas and memory
shaping your every move.
|Mar 05, 2012||Spring Storm||William Carlos Williams|
|May 12, 2009||deer & salt block||Joshua Marie Wilkinson|
|Dec 06, 2010||from The Dogs||Joshua Marie Wilkinson|
|Mar 18, 2012||Magdalen Walks||Oscar Wilde|
|May 04, 2014||Friendship After Love||Ella Wheeler Wilcox|
|Jan 01, 2013||The Year||Ella Wheeler Wilcox|
|Mar 01, 2011||The House||Richard Wilbur|
|Jun 10, 2013||We're All Ghosts Now||Dara Wier|
|Jul 18, 2011||The Pressure of the Moment||Dara Wier|
|May 07, 2010||Incident on the Road to the Capital||Dara Wier|