– In Victorian times the table legs have little dresses on them legs with any kind had to be covered.
A jaguar falls out of Picasso’s hands
(Women come in fractures,
In freeze frames) At night.
First her side view-
And then
A sundress thrown in the corner-
Her voice finds me, dripping cadence
like it was the finest gold filament
Intertwined
Cerebral in nature
Animalistic in intent.
This break of dawn
Burning and rising,
You are my person
Dreaming Awake-
You fit into me
And I fit into you
Seemless
like the smoothed rectangle
French
gold finery around the neck
of Marie Antoinette.
Tongue in groove Baby
Tongue in groove–with a
Cheshire laugh
You see me.
Because poetry happens
And women like us
Move mountains-
We are both crystal clear
Awake and ready-
For that kayak built for 2