Like honeysuckle
Posted: April 26th, 2007, 5:41 pm
Like honeysuckle on a bark-brown post—
like gently scented yellows from the mud—
like rings of fireflies on dusky clouds
as tawny Fledermäuse hunt their stars,
I watch her seven golden bangles ooze
like honey on her top-soil paper wrist—
her good earth: soft and dark, with grit
and strength, with mold and worms, with blood and spit—
all unashamed and beautiful: a tryst
as fleeting on her arm as if tattoos
imprinted it forever for as far
as I concern myself. My love confounds
that clustered soft forsythia, that flood
of ginger blooms, in hope to branch its host.
like gently scented yellows from the mud—
like rings of fireflies on dusky clouds
as tawny Fledermäuse hunt their stars,
I watch her seven golden bangles ooze
like honey on her top-soil paper wrist—
her good earth: soft and dark, with grit
and strength, with mold and worms, with blood and spit—
all unashamed and beautiful: a tryst
as fleeting on her arm as if tattoos
imprinted it forever for as far
as I concern myself. My love confounds
that clustered soft forsythia, that flood
of ginger blooms, in hope to branch its host.
