markbousfield

OCTOBER VOICES

Tight dovetails of fleshy tongue
pestelled over the
bleakered down
blossoming
on the stones resting
in our apricot orchard

against the rim of the Buddha pond
where the trout shimmer across alkaline silvers

abrupting

Kohl blades cascade catslike
on the turn of your cheek

rolling lips
thumbing the waxy red crayon
lustful over the unfilled collagen

carved signatures of petal cloves
lay with dancing spiders
upon the crest of dandelions coarse in the wind
like the harlequins and russets of rose
the black arcs curl and swarm under the rainbow
swatched in October voices
whispered and broken.