poetry
Red Dress
“A yearning for ofness / A flutter of wants / A plea for downcast eyes / for squirrelish glances / fingerling affections...”
“Not sandalwood or candle wax / Hotmolded to your palms / But embers in the spine / And resting on your brow...”
“Dream of swiftness / Of flashing across the vault above like any heavenly body / Of shaming the oaks below with the spectacle of a hazy, black train / Of sensing the lifetimes passing each time I, blinking, form the world anew...”