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 FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |