She knew all about elderberries: where and when to find them,
what to do; her stove reduced the fragrant sacks
to essences; her hands worked through, squeezing
elements between vital forces, she spoke to the fruit,
to the wood spoon, to the fire;
she explained a thing once and never again.
I can’t say love was involved but there was a great deal of tenderness
in the way I was asked to put my face into Sonya’s ass, a delicate place
but hungry at that moment—wide open and unashamed
I did as she said and kept going until she
pushed me off and began gasping quickly,
head out the window, watching C Street
and maybe a...
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Because of her immaculate pants
I forgot that sunshine stalks
the verge of woods, the fenceline.
She rode past thoughtless of me,
the horse massive, with steel shoes
rattling on the road
near my little home: a tent
pitched against blue trees
that seemed unusual in the usual ways
and a lost waterway, easing
between an unused railroad spur
and the edge of creation: rusted...
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A simple black dress
above the knee--narrow straps keeping it
on bare shoulders--her smile
--it might be genuine, bright red,
and the legs
pale and tender--delicate hands
against the dress, smoothing her lap
before standing suddenly with a wrinkle
in the small of her back revealing
two bare curves winking
suddenly and with devastating effect.
2.
No bra beneath a loose blouse,
so that each...
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The exceptional purity and delicacy
of the path—the tender strokes of the hand
insisting on it and moving inward
as she turns herself around
and breathes deep, singing at a tone
and volume beyond sense
while utterly comprehending
size and weight of each breast
in my hand, hips pushing
hips pushing and hands
moving up and down slender
limbs, pausing where they meet
the body,...
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Nipple in Hand
Time is seen leaving the room while she unfastens
the latches and lets down
the breasts that have stood forth
beneath a uniform for hours.
She addressed each loaf
with a wink,
lascivious,
knocking pans out of the way
with a fleshy hip, feeling herself
inside the anonymous outfit
a vital sexual being
finding satisfaction in the immaculate
rows of tender dough,...
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She wears perfume and rises at dawn in the northern morning, which advances up the land like silent music, it is felt long before it is seen