Monday, March 3, 2008

More from the 40 day poetry project


How deep does this go?

Excavate it, carve around it, rediscover it.

With delicate caresses unearth it

Treasure your burnished heirloom in secret.


Down in the strata the serpent coils

Soft undulating flesh that yields and sways

How long will you long for the forbidden fruit

Before the skin breaks under your teeth?


In succulent sighs the call to prayer

Bow low and enter the holy veil

Ancient temple in your hands

Yours to rebuild or yours to lose.


Follow the voice that wraps around

Your medulla oblongata

Pluck the nerve to hear a vagal tone

Your heart strings bowed to my desire.


How deep does this go?

And how far back across the eons?

Moreover, if this vessel fills with love

How much will it hold?


(c) Stacie Ferrante

3-3-08

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