Monthly Archives: August 2013

Silhouettes (poem)

If your body is clay,
your garments must be fallen leaves
clinging to your skin
with the lingering rain.

If your body is strong cedar
or simply a small thing, carved
from the inner stalk of devil’s club,
your hair must be old man’s beard
and the dewy cobwebs
of night spiders.

If your body is slight, indefinite,
a silhouette etched by the tide in the sand,
your eyes must be dark abalone
and your tongue a slick frond of kelp.

If your body is flesh, my love,
you must be lost to me.