Tag: Poetry

Preparing Supper

I have unstopped the dinner wine to flood abandoned riverbeds;

Your skin like sand – I drift along your borderline. Move South, I am the satiate of flame.

Mountains, great bones of the earth, slither – snake rib-cages –

Trees thin, till you can see for hours the fire

Mountains roll and crash; no open ocean rollers crest

Dark eyes, pools to drift in, wells to sink in, after the light,

This Autumn night is full of shadowed sounds From leaves that might be steps upon a lawn

These are almanac days, I feel Autumn crushing down the hours.

Too cold to stand outside, but I am back of Jasper again, I need the air,

Framing your face in a fall of locks —black Autumn, down by the locks,

Setting out and forth; setting aside the lines against your smile.

Your eyes avoid me like orbiting moons. You’re pulling back your hair,