Friday, June 21, 2013

Comanche Lily


Where you've touched her,
she has left herself--
stepped outside herself--
double-deviled, smoke-boned,
back for more.

She kisses you,
but watches from some broody shadow--
she is the dark leaf beneath the bright bloom--
poppy-strong, moon-hearted,
and all yours.

(isn't she?)
________
 

7 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

the plot thickens... :)

hedgewitch said...

No one is really anyone's, I have come to believe, but perhaps that part you describe in your first lines can still somehow be claimed, intangible and 'smoke-boned' as it is.

Sioux said...

The parenthetical question, at the end, is the perfect ending for this.

Helen said...

Just gotta say it ... STWIASD is one lucky gal!!!

Mama Zen said...

I'm just loving the imagery!

G-Man said...

Bang-a-Gong....

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Fabulous images especially in the closing stanza, kiddo. Love that she is "dark leaf", "poppy-strong", "moon-hearted".