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...THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS THE COTTON CLUB by CLARENCE MAJOR |