a
luscious mass delicate
of
flaws & curves
with
no idea
of
her own beauty,
or
the power of her hip-sway walk
in
Israeli fields, in London, in
lodgepole pine Banff
she
is a body in the world
harmonious,
connected, bending
to
the work
(missed her by streets & minutes in summer London 1990)
&
yes, a lickerish mind,
famous
unbrazen but blue & lubricious
— that harmony again,
the
full-body code of
birdsong
on glass
(her
head against the window
on
a flight to New York)
she is in the world again
if you
ever
get close to her
&
bend to kiss the
jugular
notch
or
kneel at her belly
at
just the right height
to
remember & praise
the
perfection of her
generosity,
her legs
full
of
forgiveness
her
lift & lick
is
the time hook
&
you will look
for
this forever
she
is a body
she
is more body than you
she
is a body
in
every direction
we
were cautious in Tokyo but
later
yes: bone axe
&
wolf brush
(steel wrapped in iron & rooted in rock)
she is more body than you
she
is more miracle,
there
is always more—
remember
& praise
remember & praise
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