Pearl: poems (Concord, Ontario: House of Anansi, 1996): 33-34.
2 The cellophane shell,
3brittle pupa blanket where the almost fly
4lies like a spring. Coiled and tensile, its exertions will tear the sheet.
5 Six black legs flutter
6against the dry christening gown, I see his lambent eyes
7cloistered in these living walls of jet.
8Small glider, his veined wings are sheer parasols, gauzy skirts that
9 admit the light. The orange
10down of his pelvis beneath this architecture, blood is the adhesive
11fastening flight, my sleek aviator presses his sucker feet to my lips.
12 How little
13he denies me, the drone in my ear and he swarms my heart if one
14two light steps from the tips of my fingers he bows his head and
15 makes a violin,
16or hovers behind me when I circle the floor, lonely, he rests on
17 shoulder, elbow, to
18stare at me with swollen eyes,
19darkling, drop of ink. A currant in the sugar dish, he models in the
20 painted flowers, black eye
21of Susan, blunt thorn -- he delights in my decadence,
22the slippery floor, tiles, and stairs haunted with illness: my sensual life
23 and his intersect.
24He comes on the wing of another spring, in slicks of grey water, the
25 pendant sun.
26to navigate what is unknown to me, patiently, he regards the chrysalis of
27 skin that envelops
28the arched veins. Incurious and constant, he is used to waiting for the
29 modest blush, the rustle of disrobing
30the hush. Of silks unfolding, of gossamer veils drawn as tenderly as
31 breath, from the fluent sea
32of one blood made of two, the sweetness of his pestilent kiss.
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