Brown eyes blink
in darkness. A direct approach.
Bold eyes, shy hidden form.
Her red hair in mine.
Her tongue snakelike flickers.
Two other shades of fire -
pointed breast tips
taste like apricots - sweet, pale flesh.
Moon on an orchard.
(Orchard trembling
in petal-fall. Soft voice
of nightbird.
Lady sings the blues).
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Excavations
PoetryOld poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024. Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...