by Sonja de Vries
(6/24/09)
Prayer -- (on the eve of war, March 17th, 2003)
My hands
move across your skin
slide down deep
into the damp dark earth
of your body
your teeth
razor wire on my neck
leave bruises sweet to the touch
and a whisper of liberated screams
your eyes force me open
skin slick with sweat
I taste the river on your tongue
and the words fuck me fuck me fuck me rise
like a prayer offered up
to stop the drum beat of war
Taste of Blue
Tell me a story
Navy boy
Tell me about
diving deep
to find the sun
Tell me
what blue tastes like
when you open your eyes
Let me lick the salt from your throat
bury my teeth in the sand of your flesh
suck the ocean from your veins
Tell me your stories
and let the wave rock us to sleep
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux