POEMS
Luxury Appointments
I.
Red leather,
gold flowers.
Morocco,
beauty of
palm trees,
towels
minarets,
breasts.
II.
Voluminous book,
sort your lovers.
Sit up, leaf
turn colors,
turn over,
talk
breathlessly
in a shadow.
III.
Which monkey, and for whom
climbs the fruit-tree
as if no other
climbed the fruit-tree?
As if no other
fell from a branch
in the history of mansions
fallen from the sky.
IV.
In my one eye
undimmed by time
your stripes
palpitate
your strings
glow
so the failing
one sees.
V.
Between us,
a pillar
a caterpillar
makes it.
I love you
inch by inch
our temple
of inches.
VI.
Nails
spidery...
hips plush
selfless
the eyes
thrown back
and legs
akimbo.
VII.
I’m not afraid of love
this morning.
I’m afraid only
of losing you:
your green eyes,
your glass of water
our balcony
in Rome.
VIII.
Friends come and go, like old dogs.
Words stay in the house
as full-time servants.
I watch them
in pearls, perpetually strapless
pacing the floor--
and wax-faced Madonna
guarding my door.
IX.
A bird
fit for a king
cannot fly.
Poor kingdom.
A king
fit for a bird
can only sing.
Poor bird.
X.
Punishing journey
by any means
my coming to you
is never kind
or over, or quite
begun
to make you a sea
in my keeping.
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