from Sleeping with Sappho

Some women dream rabbit, three in shadow, Three in light And there are others who only a wolf inside the door Few dream what hates. Hard to confuse many by one For the woman, call her Carrie, Who stays constant, leaves no one Behind the door, silken among roses Yes to her lover and yes again       No to abandonment, no      To the rabbit’s fondling fur             In a dark             lightly                       The silhouette                       She who arrives                          * At odds with me as ever, Diana, you and your odd wardrobe To which no one cottons Never mind the rich without taste I throw over all my awards First at Art and then at Peace And “get out of Dodge” Before you tamper the crossings on the Road Or, might I add, before you call On your father and that sister, Eleanor He with the bruised looking teats And she with the two lost children: Unholy, ugly Still not a maiden to touch Sorry, but mind you, still pigeon-toed Exit Or, better yet, Don’t even arrive.                          * stars with no moon luminous to a fault here comes Mars pink, full and, oh, so close.                          *                            Pussy? Forget it   Absolutely No cats:             A goat?             Well, the goat!                          * To Stephanie Over there, a limited estate And no companions And, what can I say, Prowling the coastline A harpoon without pity She rides a horse With silk on the saddle.                          *                                    I                             Tender my lips                          The guttural muffled trumpet                          The fresh skin around my breasts                                 Unbearably dark hair                                     Goat thighs                                     Elk vagina                           I did everything                           Impossible as Acacia & allergies                           Bleeding the noses around us                           What is released                           Goes to …                           What falls in a wild Iris                           As much as I love the rough butch                           Shadows and shade do not repel me.                          *                               Silvia Permit me to turn Calm my rage Comb my heart with bells The low hanging fuchsia The red petals trembling, rain.                          *        Cassie        Bitter vowels, closed lips        Elbow raised        Lips        Sweat                          *                   Hot bust: The dip, a little arc’d Some say A man.                          * Jeans Or Shorts stitched White silicon Hot gold zipper Calves swollen Shoestrings Untied, dangling The varnished mirror Pine – ‘tongue & groove’ – floor.                          * In back Take it off Carefully I will resist Otherwise.

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