Monday, September 10, 2012

dear also means expensive - first draft



womanhood, says the television
is ideally slim and shaved, yet you
are covered in hairs I touch and love,
I with curves and stretch marks you touch and love,
making us, I believe, a danger to society at large.

promise me you'll never pick up a razor
or pluck those lush brows that signal your moods.
in return I will look in the mirror and try to see
what you perceive that so unaccountably makes you deem
my crinkled soul adequately housed
and your glorious tiny bitten-down fingers complemented
in my hands, or as I bring them to chapped uncolored lips.

I am a compassionate person, I hope, but I wonder more
with each day how blind and deaf and without taste the world
has been that hordes do not jostle and cajole
for your every touch and word.

to make you want is the greatest gift
I have been given, to make me content
is a miracle on your part, your voice in Russian songs
where we must not forget the dual meaning of dear,
and your hushed Hebrew prayer for my sorrows
makes me whisper the Thai suteerak, suteerak,
(most beloved of mine)
for though "dear" also means "expensive"
you are worth my fortune and fear.


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