I wanted to end the week with you. Then I wondered, why not begin the night with you, and would it be so terrible if I carried it over to breakfast and a cup of something hot to drink with you? —L.L. Barkat, from Love, Etc. More on Love, Etc. "Delicate, suggestive, . . .
The Reading
Run your hand over the poem, and you already know it. Feel the round of the R to begin; curl under the opening line and cup the first y so you can feel its tail tickling. Run your hand across its side and gather up the poem, the cup, the tail and begin down. You will do this again, but . . .
Ontology
She can be a nest. She's got the necessary equipment. Two breasts you could rest your head between. She can be a string of pearls, rounded between your fingers, as you count the time between ivory knots. She is, yes, the artichoke with the impossible heart a man might seek for . . .
Replenish
Remind me, would you, to buy more of the Peach Momotaro, with its images of waterfalls, lichen-toned terraces, waves of mountains imprinted with dots, little white flowers, and mist. When I drink it, and the steam enters me, I think of you and the water feels as if it’s pouring over the . . .
Come
Come, tangle yourself in me. —L.L. Barkat, from The Novelist For more on The Novelist, visit Tweetspeak Poetry Check out Funny Love Songs Check out Romantic Love Songs . . .