Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty-five Spring 2011 |
Leonine, Lovely Leah C. Stetson Waist-deep and dreaming in his single bed Had jealous lovers, jumpy, shadowed dragons A rising drawbridge licked her crushed island Returning to search it, he went to sleep again. I sleep like a world-class neurotic, offbeat Nerves playing accidental music with pens In this new scale collage, I’m able to create The flow, quickness of deer and ambient sounds. But it took a leonine face, lovely crooning In my head to revive that destined fire Even as great spiralling sirens sing in a local bar I had a strangely beautiful realness he desired. Honey-colored hair, disheveled, I’m partial To jasmine and wool, teary-eyed, cherish wild things, Safer when I’m in a little house, if there is an equal Beside me, I would become deft at sandwich making. Charmed, he used it to unclasp his clutch What she could see—his delicious qualities Mounted against her, deep personal adventure Gushed with positive pressure for five minutes. First of all, it seems ironic, her fear stumbled Down the hallway, flip flops, a silky silhouette Her latest romantic parallel, slithering away Tripped, cross paths—total strangers and yet... Clever you, read bits out loud, we find a center Narrow creeks, creamy blue humming a sheen Otherworldly crackle of waves, cooled pleasure Only you call me that, love it again, I get keen. Do you remember I promised a luxury of freedom? Neither of us is tethered to a mountain peak It masks the combustion, trickled with cinnamon Darted around a trapped glow, saving hide & seek. |
About Leah C. Stetson |