Hidden Comforts

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My lover with the hair of a wood fire
With the thoughts of heat lightning
With the waist of a tightly woven rope
With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger
My lover with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude
With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth
With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass
My lover with the tongue of a stabbed host
With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes
With the tongue of an unbelievable stone
My lover with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing

With brows of the edge of a swallows nest
My lover with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof
And of steam on the panes
My lover with shoulders of champagne
And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice
My lover with wrists of matches
My lover with fingers of luck and ace of hearts
With fingers of mown hay
My lover with armpits of marten and of beechnut
And of Midsummer Night
Of privet and of an angelfish nest

With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks
And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill
My lover with legs of flares
With the movements of clockwork and despair
My lover with calves of elder tree pith
My lover with feet of initials
With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking
My lover with a neck of unpearled barley
My lover with a throat of the valley of gold
Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent
With a mouth of night

My lover with a chest of a marine molehill
My lover with a stomach of the ruby's crucible
With thighs of the rose's spectre beneath the dew
My lover with the belly of an unfolding fan of days
With the belly of a gigantic claw
My lover with the back of a bird fleeing vertically
With a back of quicksilver
With a back of light

With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk
And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking
My lover with hips of a skiff
With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers
And of shafts of white peacock plumes
Of an insensible pendulum
My lover with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos
My lover with buttocks of swans' backs
My lover with buttocks of spring
With the sex of an iris

You with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus
My lover with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat
You with a sex of mirror
You with eyes full of tears
With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle
My lover with savanna eyes
My lover with eyes of water that's drunk in prison
My lover with eyes of wood always under the axe
My lover I need you.


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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