with Mary.
I was seduced
in Barnes & Noble,
lured to the poetry section
next to coffee and pastries.
I touched her Blue Iris,
fondled her Red Bird
and recounted why
she wakes to watch
the early sunrise.
She looked better than I remembered
in a brown jacket
with a striking
emblem of a bear
on the front.
She took me to her tent
near Truro
and told me of turtles, toads,
hermit *****
and her fear
of ridding her garden
a small harmless snake.
I spill my passion
on the ground — our bed for now — beside her.
Under her cover
she shares phrases,
moles, verbs,
and curves
of sweet new perceptions.
We are intimate beyond belief.
Her verbal kisses
bring sweat to my palms.
I’m high, hallucinating
on Mary
my drug of choice.
I’m having an affair
with Mary Oliver.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
with Mary.
I was seduced
in Barnes & Noble,
lured to the poetry section
next to coffee and pastries.
I touched her Blue Iris,
fondled her Red Bird
and recounted why
she wakes to watch
the early sunrise.
She looked better than I remembered
in a brown jacket
with a striking
emblem of a bear
on the front.
She took me to her tent
near Truro
and told me of turtles, toads,
hermit *****
and her fear
of ridding her garden
a small harmless snake.
I spill my passion
on the ground — our bed for now — beside her.
Under her cover
she shares phrases,
moles, verbs,
and curves
of sweet new perceptions.
We are intimate beyond belief.
Her verbal kisses
bring sweat to my palms.
I’m high, hallucinating
on Mary
my drug of choice.
I’m having an affair
with Mary Oliver.
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