10-22-2017, 12:10 PM
What I Love Now
I love sheets of granite,
beds of river stones,
tortoises – patient as sloths,
ancient as Galapagos –
and behemoth trees, ring after ring expanding,
with roots like 1,000 heads,
and Holstein heifers drawn safe
inside a fenced pasture.
I saw a cloud
that had your rib cage,
your face,
your hands
and tried to talk to it
with nothing left to say
that I didn't already scream
just before orgasm,
until it dissipated
like a flimsy bit of steam.
I love sheets of granite,
beds of river stones,
tortoises – patient as sloths,
ancient as Galapagos –
and behemoth trees, ring after ring expanding,
with roots like 1,000 heads,
and Holstein heifers drawn safe
inside a fenced pasture.
I saw a cloud
that had your rib cage,
your face,
your hands
and tried to talk to it
with nothing left to say
that I didn't already scream
just before orgasm,
until it dissipated
like a flimsy bit of steam.