My mouth salty with the taste of your flesh, we lie tangled - sand and sea wrack. Your arms the color of my mother's cocoa, of April earth fresh under the harrow, of all the bark of all the trees I have loved stark under a winter sun. In this half-light of love my flesh is a pale shadow of yours, as though night cast a moon ghost - paper origami patterns of thighs and knees - my skin a moth wing of your dusk. But the stain of us on the inside of my thigh is colorless - an egg-white etch or the glue children use to cement model airplanes, make-believes of wings and bombs. Quiet as light you lie upon my thigh, a Sesame of all the seeds we will not give the sun drying to a puckering scab. And as dawn dissolves our half-light back to the definition of black-and-white our mouths meet once more across the sparrow's waking. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG FISHERMAN IN SONGKHLA by KAREN SWENSON |