My mouth salty with the taste of your flesh, we lie tangled - sand and sea wrack. Your arms the color of my mother's cocoa, of April earth fresh under the harrow, of all the bark of all the trees I have loved stark under a winter sun. In this half-light of love my flesh is a pale shadow of yours, as though night cast a moon ghost - paper origami patterns of thighs and knees - my skin a moth wing of your dusk. But the stain of us on the inside of my thigh is colorless - an egg-white etch or the glue children use to cement model airplanes, make-believes of wings and bombs. Quiet as light you lie upon my thigh, a Sesame of all the seeds we will not give the sun drying to a puckering scab. And as dawn dissolves our half-light back to the definition of black-and-white our mouths meet once more across the sparrow's waking. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRIES by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WINTER WITH THE GULF STREAM by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO A CONTEMPORARY BUNKSHOOTER by CARL SANDBURG MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I DID NOT ASK OF LIFE by ALICE BAKER |