There is no peg or soldered bar between the two S’s,
And they have faith in smoothly distorted intimacy
As the chronic exhibition of acute love.
See, how passion-loaded are our parallel curves!
She wears him on her face as glossy cream,
And she makes his not-so-broad shadow thicker and water-proof
By applying her shadow to it like a medicated paste.
A hanging man is privileged to have all he has been
Persuaded to dream of, and he is even given an egg, umbilical.
That is to be encased in a frame on her dresser.
The impregnable one is intact in her belly,
And she can only count the days between.
Its moment will never come,
But she can cry after it, night after night.
April 12, 2009 Easter