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
Thursday, November 15, 2007
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2 comments:
I love, love,love this poem. Thanks OBIE.
Here I am nervous about what you might have said only to find these words of appreciation.
You make me so nervous and so very happy. Thank you so much for treating me so.
I am encouraged to love who has written you as well as what I write of you as much as what you write yourself.
You are precious. Be that way always.
Last evening you missed Marion's poets from her C.O.B. class, at Sine-Qua-Non Gallery. NTB, they were unbelievable, brilliant!
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