Jan 2020
A WOMAN IS A LONG DESIRE
A woman is a long desire.
Open her up like a wish, legs
as white as egg shells, thighs
as firm as terra firma, as
soft as a soft landing on the
moon. Her lips kiss you twice.
Her hair is a pillow. Lick her
as a mustang licks a salt lick,
her salty-sweet stream now a
flash flood, a rivulet gone wild,
her tiny mountain an earthquake,
paroxysms of purple and rose.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A woman is a long desire.
Open her up like a wish, legs
as white as egg shells, thighs
as firm as terra firma, as
soft as a soft landing on the
moon. Her lips kiss you twice.
Her hair is a pillow. Lick her
as a mustang licks a salt lick,
her salty-sweet stream now a
flash flood, a rivulet gone wild,
her tiny mountain an earthquake,
paroxysms of purple and rose.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
