Any Day Now
for S.M.

i.
loose stomach
to love you with
jelly belly
full of Gin

ii.
too much to bear
too much to bare

stumble and fall into love
about time I did

upset my apple cart
all over the pavement rolling,
ripe and green apples

what would I do
with ice cream in hot weather

she and I in hot water
in a bathtub, bare

I want to be near her
bare her for me

beer enough to drunk me,
who’s not had a drink in years

what fear have I
of poet to fellow, to follow
to fowl out, to fall out with

grassy plain to play in
her goal to run into to score

pots to scour with pot scrubber,
with Ajax or Comet until clean
after we’ve scraped the pot cake out
for dog or hog or for ourselves

our appetites are for each other
another night of bliss, another kiss

I want us two to come together
to close up a gape, a gap in creation

iii.
what a feeling filling me, filling us
simultaneous

write of what I wish would happen
of what could happen

she writes of mischief done
of what she wishes to recall

I write of what I wish to come to pass

stage or page
place for her, for me
to spread wings wide
eagles or butterflies

bare, we’d need bed sheets
these to flap like sails to set us free

iv.
another bucket down the well
dark drop, big splash

rope with which to pull it up
pull her up or pull her down
tear her up or tear her down

one I want to keep around for ages
us to age together, to be young again

two pigeons
with an evening to flap through
together tear the air with swift flight

unable to wait to pull our feathers out
pluck them until we two were bare

to bed together until winter ended
until our feathers grew back

once my beard grew black,
it grows grey now

any day now all our defects
four eyes to admire

v.
whenever my name’s called
expect a stiff cock of poems
expect this when the mike’s in my fist

vi.
her honesty in my tea
and in my teeth
along with her pussy hairs

appreciate what she ate
for breakfast for a decade
as well as for Sunday dinner

her breast nipples in my teeth
like grapes

in a desert, I have her for dessert

vii.
don’t know why it is
I’m turned on as I am
by heaviness, sweetness

how pretty she is
how warm and how brave

what season to enter
what country, what continent

sapodilla, sour sop, mango, guava
groves to raid to pick ripe fruit
juices soak my shirt front, stain it
as well as my trousers front
my tennis shoes

would bathe, would be blessed
in our love juices

Tigris and Euphrates Rivers
join, flow into the Persian Gulf

viii.
able to write erotic poems
bottle with its cap off
wine bottle with its cork extracted

outpour contents into glass,
into crystal or into tin cup

one serving in bottle with cap
bottle with cork to re-cork and to reopen

ix.
wish there was a cruise
for us to go on
to carry on our friendship
to enhance it, extend it

how very extensive
how very expensive, expansive
my inspiration, my admiration
for this woman
with an eye for art
an ear for music
a taste for life

thirst for life so very equal
to my own

x.
growing old, going stale while waiting

is it time to be young again
someone to go on roller coaster rides with,
go wild with


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
01/feb/07