More Paeans To Lonnie

MORE PAEANS TO LONNIE

By JCSTREET © 2004

HOMECOMING

It was as though the dark had
petted me
with warm rain her
figure in the doorway

here at last
she stood the
arrangements had been
impeccable
nothing
had gone wrong

--

FOUR SEASONS HOTEL

If my love were
a bird, chirping
she would find the morning lark
on her shoulder, if

my love were a word I
could not say it
without
choking of joy

--

CLICK!

The ruffle of a vague
Sunday breeze
riffs the pale swaddle-sheets that
cozy her skin, pale

Lonnie

sleep-clad, lisp-lipped
teeth
locked in a quiet
dream, a

trailing map of pink, bits
pieces, angles of
elbow and thigh a
smile on her sleeping

--

MORE ZZZZZZZ

Curled in sleep, oozing
from the sheets this
half born woman, toothpaste
from a tube, now she

has dived like a submarine
deeper
twixt silken covers but

soon
I will touch her
with fingers so fine they could be woven
to cloth, this

touch morning
innocent and vague will
make us stronger

--

WHAT CAME BEFORE

Later
when we were very drunk she
cried she
cried
for both of us

--

BEDSIDE REPORT

I turned her over, the
lips
mumbled in stupor, dreams
she says
are another way of telling you
Hello!

--

AND STARVE I WOULD

One curve is worth a thousand
angles
when Lonnie
moans in sleep, how long

could I play these textures in E
minor………………..well
long enough to starve and like it

--

Ottawa, August 1977

The cotton was high and the livin’ was easy. . .and on the long, tanned legs, gossamer panties melted/at a glance