Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Day Unwrapped

If the whole day 
lay unwrapped
trifled by the breeze 
and free to kiss

if one deep breath 
found ribs 
at ease to fan themselves 
like brand new playing cards
and flowered from the spine

then my hands 
would settle to your hips
like curious birds
my lips would find
three places 

where your throat demands
three murmured passwords.
They would unlock
a box of iron, one of silver,
and then a box of red shot-laced with gold.


Marly Youmans said...

Ah, the three mythic boxes! I've met them in words also, though differently, of course. Like.

Jo said...

I absolutely love this. How beautiful.