i did preserve the garden walls
their granite roses, the red blooms of their doses —
cool ice pink lemonade and my hades mouth
over you. ribboned laughter
all in the golden afternoon of years
and one plum purple decade ago.
i remember the dappled flesh
of birthmarked skin, trees and apples:
the sun shining on a horse's clouded coat.
i remember the sisterly sleeping shoulders;
wasps in the orchard and knee dents
in the first hay cut: my mouth red
up on the cherry picker — your fingers licked clean.
it was years — one purple plum decayed
years ago, on the gravel by the sandpit,
wasps and wishes and bruised storms in the sky.(03/01/2018)
YOU ARE READING
Have you seen the Lost Boys?
Poetryharking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking an...