Clandestine
How did you slip so deftly past those bottled
years, through my ribcage and into the safe
years, through my ribcage and into the safe
room never before broached? I am the little
stones you gather, the morning’s obsidian eye.
stones you gather, the morning’s obsidian eye.
Though the wind’s unseen fingers caress you,
coveting in a way I cannot, my hand, warm
coveting in a way I cannot, my hand, warm
against your pale belly, knows the truth of
contrast and heat, of flesh and gnarled bark.
contrast and heat, of flesh and gnarled bark.
Unveiling these furtive moves, our love smelts
tears into nuggets, transforms nights into
tears into nuggets, transforms nights into
blue sky, sultry chatter into celestial song.
Our secrets kiss the dark quiet.
Our secrets kiss the dark quiet.
“Clandestine” first appeared in Issue 6 of Kissing Dynamite. I am grateful to the KD team for taking this piece.
Ooh la la!
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And then some!
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😊
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I so love this!
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Thanks, Lynne. It came out in a rush in fall 2018, with a bunch of others. A productive period, at least for poetry.
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Yes! And I predict more on the horizon! It’s such a perfect and intimate lyric moment!
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They’re out there! And now that we’re settling in and I can actually see the top of my desk, writing may occur. 🙂
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This one really triggers the imagination! (In a most pleasant way.)
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My imagination truly cannot equal reality’s lures.
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Fabulous love letter!
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Thanks, Jilanne!
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