Feeding June

(revised from an earlier version)

there are no answers; only instruments
a butterfly, a tango, an empty glass

a river, scandalous and electric
summoning the voice of god 
under a wild oak tree

every pleasure has a reason
every body tears itself apart:
	to be sacred, and then die again

as the best of rebels and 
women in love, cross-legged and 
	getting lucky in the dark

the geography of being, a disinterested sweater
	a prophecy of hands and mouth

these syllables are short
this violence, orgasmic

it is only the taste that remains

at twilight
freely feeding June

17 responses to “Feeding June”

  1. Love the artwork! And your poem is excellent..”a river, scandalous and electric summoning the voice of god
    under a wild oak tree”..standing on the shore of a river is both stimulating as well as calming to me..this line definitely captures that feeling for me. Well done.

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    • Thank you so much, my friend. I love the artwork, too–it’s a favorite of mine from that artist. And I’m happy you enjoyed the poem. When I revised it, I replaced the phrase “my body” with “a river”. There didn’t seem to be much of a difference.

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