Body by David GarnerI complete your feet
With something sweet:
Geometric linings
And penrose tilings.
I draw your calves argyle,
Cause that takes a while.
I can stay down here
For at least another year.
But then I work on up
To your thighs and butt.
I assign your ass
With a touch of class
Crystal imagery,
Fractal symmetry.
Thighs and pearl.
An opal whirl
I outline your spine
With a lattice line
Which I trace and linger
With my index finger
Then I move to navel,
Breath and tessellation.
Your scars are perfect.
Your scars are perfect.
I blueprint your chest
With a detailed crest
Which waves and wombs me
To a deep sleep rest.
Then I sketch your neck
With stone and fleck.
Nothing more, nothing needed.
Maybe something slightly beaded.
Then your mouth, sweet Vermouth
Small-scale hint, checked Houndstooth.
I plot your face unblotted,
Nothing polka dotted.
I prepare your hair.
I organize your eyes.
I conceive and weave;
I devise laugh lines.
I scheme and dream. I do.
I decorate. I do.
Ive got
Designs on you.
11/08/2007 Posted on 11/08/2007 Copyright © 2024 David Garner
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/08/07 at 08:45 PM Oh. Another favorite. I swoon for your mathematical physical imagery and emotional sweep. I love your "designs"!! |
Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 03/05/08 at 11:41 PM Fantastic! I feel like a puzzle is being put together. The rhythm of this piece is great, unexpected and quite delightful I must say! Bravo! ~N |
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