Saturday, September 17, 2011

Infanta

Infanta, the score of five claws
drawn crosswise over your cheekbone;
consort to princes
of the blood (that one particular blood):
there is yet time but not very much of it --
you could, you could, you could strip off your gold
and go naked into the world of hummingbirds
and of yellow birch leaves spattering light
across lattices of bright white bones
where kisses
come without question or consequence;
where my hand would rest on your belly
and move only with your breath.

4 comments:

mareymercy said...

yellow birch leaves spattering light
across lattices of bright white bones

Beautiful!!

Dale said...

thanks mareymercy! And seeing that your quote ended my line where I originally ended it, I decided to restore that, and let "where kisses" hang as, whatever, a hypermetric thing out there :-)

Dick said...

Bright, sharp and delightful.

carolee said...

this is a beautiful piece, dale.