"I am in love with poetry. Every way I turn
this, my weakness, smites me. A glass
of chocolate milk, head of lettuce, dark-
ness of clouds at one o'clock obsess me.
I weep for all of these or laugh."
Ted Berrigan, "Words for Love"

i would rather share secrets than be one

"No one worth possessing
Can quite be possessed"
-Sara Teasdale

Discord

Past false messiahs silently minded
our brief visit of finding breath, life spinning, glorified:
Calypso.
They urged us to be reticent bounded smile shining
assuming the finding-- the waiting Penelopes.

But just simply to see! Unblinded by words,
unravel confined beauty of flowers,
not just smells, hidden secrets-- the patterns.

See Calypso's gift, just your whistle changes tides,
now breasts are not for hiding.

What is more lady-like than Arachne
and her web of divinest strings,
established in her 8-eyed grin,
with just the quality of knowing all
too well of female sin.

a dog that never plays

I have committed the deadliest sin,
to look at words writ (trapped) in voids between
margins of love sick
and sad; the Page.