I Linger In Dreams
large as unspoken devotion,
warming a small world from its center with my body.
Brenda Lee, "Little Miss Dynamite"
whispers sweet nuthin's in the bowl of one ear,
her body a soft jukebox, my tongue coated with quarters.
Billie Holiday, "Lady Day"
sings desires, a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
to the spoon of my other ear like a sweet poppy mother.
Above, jostling spheres, circular activity, temples, threnodies.
I linger in dreams, a small world warmed from its center