Today's poem is by Peter Kline


You wound a ball of twine around my eyes
then pinned the end between my fingers.

You gowned me in white tissue
like a hothouse nectarine.

The furtive door at last unbarred, I was
amazed at the garden's suggestion

throating from vining flower-walls
in breaths that quickened with mine.

How long I lingered beneath
sun awnings and a stone-and-mortar sky,

only you know. For when I found the throneroom
festooned with pelvis bones,

the twin-fingered god on whose nether lip I hung
a kiss, a crape-gartered barb,

was you-you the pursued, yours
the bull's head draped with fragrant lash-black hair.

Copyright © 2014 Peter Kline All rights reserved
from Deviants
Stephen F. Austin State University Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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