I mother you you father me vice versa: take the exhausted person off, discard the mom and dadness of who's child, whose child means less than the warm back we each of us lie against, the body where we anchor ourself, the imprint deep as blood. Perpetual stoas, arcades, and alleys loom and dwindle, mark our mutual distance, proceeding down the avenue clutching a clue, love's puzzle not yet, not ever done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS RED JACKET by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS AUTUMN SONG by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |