Poem

At First Blush

/ /

no anger at a melting world
makes sense in your caress

this togetherest opposite
of snide and scattered timothy

how true of us to pigment
fecund histories with morning

mist and earth calvaria
wet kisses and the rest

in this hernia of mulberry
and pricket gleaming

may all outrage’s remnants
shrink between discrepancies

of legs taffeta-less and warm
from decomposing blades

subverting our acrylic past
by making love before we leave