DIANE SEUSS
spring's confessional poem
yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
i’ve opened
my blouse to you and your heavy
head between my
and i’ve unlatched my
and spread my
here i’ve said here
and there’s that snowdrop you love to touch
(my hair like mink my skin unfurling like a wedding)
an array of sweetmeats for your pleasure
(pink ones and lilac-flavored ones)
and
teased out the spray of seeds
verbs my specialty
stroked and furrowed
until you think i’m one way
but i’m another way
kissed your belly kissed and kissed
(wild roses among the lilacs
eggs among the nests woven from chemotherapy hair) 
Contributor’s
notes
what is it darling, that draws you to me? it's probably
insipid,