Friday, September 5, 2014

Upon



up·on

The body is up, on-
a writhing warmth of mass.
We’ll stay like this till dawn.

Like an old red pawn
we face the looking glass.
The body is up, on-

Splayed out on the lawn:
don’t be so cunningly crass.
We’ll stay like this till dawn.

I never blink or yawn
and yet you still harass.
The body is up, on-

Cringe, a pitch black swan,
way out of any class.
We’ll stay like this till dawn.

Didactic and then gone-
It’s impressive, this impasse.
The body is up, on-
we’ll stay like this till dawn.

1 comment:

Rebecca Ladbrook said...

oh, clever :-). you're so good at this :-)