OUT OF BOUNDS

What whispers of wanting

there are words left out 

ones I ought to have said 

“your girl is lovely Hubble”

adoring permission…

that’s not mine to give

but this crossed my path:

“if a poem has to be explicated 

it’s a failure of communication.”

and I remembered

my voice is safe with you

I trust my truth is always conveyed 

in complexity and rich texture

ruffled with a certain purity 

“whatever a poet says about his work,

is an apology he shouldn’t make”

wishes…

like the silvery moon

are watery

as is my heart

and both rhythmically wax and wane

so some wishes I keep on wishing…

yet I am often reluctant to say

and I mostly wish 

I didn’t have to wish anymore

but if this is wishing season

I can always conjure more…

I wish for a great cock

to wake me

early every ‘morn 

to remind me 

what waking out to be for 

like the elegant rooster

“arousing” me 

but more sweetly 

seducing dark 

to form dawn 

stealing me 

from the swampy clutches 

of slumber 

for fleshy ecstasy 

and incarnated ritual

DD: November 11, 2021