Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Hungry (Poem)


the woman on her back      bathed
in gold        curve of silken skin

black seeds         one at a time
carried up to the moon      shimmering
its light could hypnotize

ivory fingers        spirals in a mouth
of velvet        the silence
ravished              and between breaths

little pieces of rose petals on tongues
roots of emerald threads — the lace of the earth
you would unbind

not by accident
the beds in the garden      stripped
and rock-hard

© 2104 Maureen E. Doallas

With my thanks to L.L. Barkat, who provided the words, each one of which you'll find somewhere in her beautiful new collection Love, Etc.

This poem has been published, with audio, at The Poetry Storehouse.

1 comment:

Peggy Rosenthal said...

Ravishing images -- We think we're in Eden until the "rock-hard" reality-check of the final stanza. Like being in a dream world until a clunk on the head wakes us up.
(Enjoyed the audio--hearing your voice for the first time!)