thirsty on wednesdays

Dish Lick
for N.T.B.

mango seeds recently,
beneath my leaking sink,
within my dark cupboard, growing

love out of sight, takes similar flight
long stalks, tall stems, shooting leaves

you leave me breathless
eye windows, I want those apples, plums
to pull them off stems
to pull your limbs down

four limbs about me say
“I want you in me, safe and warm!”

98.6 x 2 on a cold, December night
plight of life, no plight at all

easy for you as tangerine, to get into
to peel and plug, to peel, unplug

I want to hug you until leaven rise
our two balloons, blue-heaven bound
we’ll blow up there, we’ll go up there

attic of creation to be intimate in
hay loft to copulate in
until cows moo, jealous of you
in hay all day, in nothing more

you are the woman I wear
when my pen needs a grip to fit into

to bite you in two, to bite into you
what I desire to do
though I want you whole
to be able to hold you

whole beets, whole peaches in cans
dish or two, to empty them into


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
2:53 a.m. 15/11/07