my most beautiful lovers
by Bob Arcania
You are my boys without hair,
without long locks which lay like
noodles against your back.
My fingers curl
like snails about your wrists.
I leave rose bruises
on the undersides of your arm
where I kiss with only
the tip of my tongue between my lips.
I kept a garden of carrots only
because you once told me you used
to ride horses.
Every horse rotted.
You boys with your
femurs extended, just like the brachiosaur,
your feet will never leave
now that they have made love
to the ground.
Take note as I pull your depths
from my inner thighs
where all my secrets
Not because I care
more than the swirls inside marbles
but there is a mole
burrowing his way through my chest.
Be warned of the warm winter breezes,
my most beautiful lovers.
You are too much for the cold.
Tidy yourself in the wells;
it is nearly December and
every robin has a new nest.
Author's Note: I have an infinite number of branches.
edited March 17th 2008
Posted on 12/05/2006
Copyright © 2022 Bob Arcania
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 12/05/06 at 09:25 PM|
there is so much going on with this, i love the images, especially the rotting horses. this is good stuff.
|Posted by Katerina T Nix on 12/05/06 at 11:59 PM|
This was great, Bob. I really enjoyed reading this piece. Loved the imagery. Well done and thank you for sharing this with all of us. -Kat :)
|Posted by Ava Blu on 09/02/07 at 06:57 PM|
more should read this. loved.
|Posted by Jolie Jordan on 03/03/08 at 04:20 AM|
Congrats on POTD. I was happy to have found this.
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 01/13/11 at 07:42 PM|
found this again today. love the author's note.