Francesca

 

Her wild, velvet need
is  a smile, like a naked question
Her deep, feline dance
makes his fever flower open;
wakes the secret prisoner
celebrating the delicious lie
of cool, liquid why on why.

Shake off the question
or
surround vast eternity
like a woman
pulling and sucking.
Give God some of your lip.
Laugh icily,
growl, crap, kiss, bleed.

The yesterday-you is over
Eat cake and pie then listen:
Warm, caramel trust
can squirm in here.
Embrace this blind child
Say yes to her desire,
perfuming the morning
with your ocean voice
and remember.

4 Responses to “Francesca”

1. Eric idarius says:

   August 14, 2012 at 8:05 am

   Yikes!

2. John says:

   August 15, 2012 at 8:19 am

   My fever flower has been touched, Kathleen. And now with my morning perfumed, all I can say is—thank you, for the chilling and delicious ride on the edge of my nerves!

3. Kathleen says:

   October 17, 2012 at 8:40 pm

   Awww! Thank you Betty. I can feel your love!

4. Kathleen says:

   October 17, 2012 at 8:42 pm

   Thank you John, for receiving Francesca.