blackbirdonline journalSpring 2009  Vol. 8  No. 1
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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)
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)  end

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