Thursday, February 14, 2013

A Valentine

“Her body is the shape of my hands.” –Paul Eluard

My Galatea, smooth and warm
as sandstone in her palms
and firm fingers caressing,
sculpts me each and every
day with her curved and slender
presence. Venus has no auguries
,neither pearl nor rose, to prove
if I were worthy of her chisel
against my stony heart
not yet come to the apex
of the wheel.


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Disquiet Memory-Suggestion

Asleep, a child
I wrestled her
once, for you --
I wrestled with you once
for what? Love?
no more wrestling
for her. No more
wrestling for me.