Honey I'd split your kindling clean & bright & fine if you was mine baby baby I'd taken to you like my silky hen my bluetick bitch my sooey sow my chipmunk my finchbird & my woodmouse if you was living at my house I'd mulch your strawberries & cultivate your potato patch all summer long & then in winter come thirty below & the steel-busting weather I'd tune your distributor & adjust your carburetor if me & you was together be it sunshine be it gloom summer or the mean mud season honey I'd kiss you every morningtime & evenings I'd hurry to get shut of the barn chores early & then in the dark of the night I'd stand at the top of the stairs & hold the light for you for you if you'd sleep in my room & when old crazy come down the mountain after you with his big white pecker in his hand you would only holler & from the sugarhouse the mow the stable or wherever I'm at I'd come god I'd come running to you like a turpentined cat only in our bed honey no hurting but like as if it was git-music or new-baked bread I'd fuck so easy sweet-talking & full of love if you was just my daisy and my dove Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |