|
Between Her and the Poppies
by David GarnerIn poppy fields I lie drunk with admiration of their structure.
I am attracted to this flower there is no denying.
Not just one flower but the whole expansive field.
Polyamorous I become when lying down next to them.
Awful truth is I must lie down on top of some of them to
observe and snuggle, to commune and shine my praise.
I must be more careful standing and stepping more so than
lying down. Lying down I can softly bend their stems,
and when rising they seem to re-pop in structure,
like almost-gone goose bumps reactivated by the sudden
surprise of her newfound delicate/just hard-enough touch.
I lie next to her then reinvigorated;
I lie next to them now reinvigorated.
Polyamorous I am, floating between her and the poppies.
02/06/2008 Posted on 02/06/2008
Copyright © 2024 David Garner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/10/08 at 04:44 PM The staid, almost scientific musing here, that moves, progresses into a lilting musical loveliness is so engaging, the details of the bending and springing up, the difference between lying and standing, and the implied comparisons of "her" and poppies... thrilling. |
|
