3rd
Poem Draft - 6/3/09
Largely the product of reading too much Baudelaire recently.
From Parfum exotique
“Quand, les deux yeux fermés, en un soir chaud d’automne,
Je respire l’odeur de ton sein chaleureux,
Je vois se dérouler des rivages heureux
Qu’éblouissent les feux d’un soleil monotone”
Untitled
The street’s soft breath
a gentle kissed carress
from rising chest becomes
a curtained searching tongue
that in silence seeks us out
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And in watching I remember
the severed gusts of the south coast
when, after weeks of nervous still,
one Tuesday evening
my Dad and I dared to take the boat out
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Unhitched and free
we raced suddenly
from shore to shore
pushing off from one
to crash upon the next
and with no time tack
lurched happily on
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Until standing to control the sail
a foot crashed through the hull
and we watched as water tore inside
and beat against our legs
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Limping tiredly home that night
those looking from the shore
would see the certain coursing
of a bow
a deliberate knowing glide
when here beneath the rippled sail
cupped hands to water dip and bail
our faces - unsure but excited
like a cat’s first wade through snow
