by Noe Procházka
close hard around moonlight,
your shoulders rolling back
the white dress.
This is what you would have told me
from Koh Chang, your skin cool and brown,
sun rashless, uncallused,
this is what you meant to say,
making two wide U's under your
breasts, hands like channels for Neruda's
Mississippi, the feminine sea.
I love you quietly, like I might
love the Hope diamond in a knapsack,
walking through Southie to an unlocked car,
an original Renoir wrapped in brown paper
seatbelted to the passenger seat.
Here, unlike art (which I love but do not
understand), are your two familiar
hands. I love you loudly like
I'm the last prophet and you are the last
woman left to be proselytized, blood
underlines the setting sky and fanfare
signals down the celestial city, coming
to give us bodies that do not register
distance. We turn down
the sheets, Kind of Blue, we sleep
bone to bone.
Posted on 10/15/2009
Copyright © 2020 Noe Procházka
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/15/09 at 06:12 PM|
this is outstanding!!!
|Posted by Timothy Burns on 10/15/09 at 07:02 PM|
every stanza is solid gold. this aches to be published!
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/17/09 at 11:56 AM|
wonderfully composed organism, this is and directed to all the essential organs, heart mind and soul.
|Posted by Ava Blu on 10/18/09 at 01:14 PM|
My oh my. Love this.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/18/09 at 04:48 PM|
Simply intense, quietly provocative, - "your shoulders rolling back
the white dress." - you reveal all from this moment. wow!
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 10/19/09 at 04:32 PM|
Where have you been? This is spectacular.
|Posted by Lauren Singer on 10/23/09 at 06:46 PM|
i remember why you give me chills. its those last three stanzas. my God.
|Posted by Jolie Jordan on 11/04/09 at 06:51 PM|
This is really beautiful.
|Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 11/17/09 at 06:23 AM|
Kind of Blue! A man after my own heart. Very well done, so delicate.