Poetry
As It Turns Out
Maureen Clark
I want to kiss your mouth
(that wasn’t so hard to say)
to admit that in that field kissing you
I would find a kind of pleasure
Why not?
I am full of songs that want to get out
Your breath?
Yes I want a little lovely as wind
in red rock/slick rock/slot canyons
and your kisses a flood
I am prepared to take my last breath in
These words will embarrass you in public
but you will understand them
two dragonflies mate in mid-air
yes that will remind you
So is it just adoration? Obsession?
Or is it cosmic bowling?
You could be anyone as it turns out
I need someone to worship
You came along in the nick of time
I am walking on thin ice
You could run at any moment
a pheasant in October weeds
I cannot conjure indifference
I am walking towards you with my palms open
If I am lucky you won’t bolt or move towards me
Take this library full of words
erase all of them
that is how it feels to write this down