Intimate Minutes
for J.C.S.

lips to kiss where she was sushi-like

Japanese like to eat fish raw
no other way to have her
other then like guineps

wasp nests to put a bag of fire under
watch the wasps all fall down

render harmless what was dangerous,
would sting until you cried, fled,
until you took to bed

she was my joy on earth,
wasps made me sorry
I ever set foot on this planet


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
8:29 a.m. 02/09/07

Cloth Whack and She’d Weep
for J.C.S.

phenomenal weight in my embrace

delicious, the strain to bear her up
cross to suffer, to carry her light
carry her like a sack of rice

cup at a time to cook for supper
to sup her, to suck her, to succor

not for me the ultimate vision
for someone else to carry off,
to take to bed, to altar, to alter

candle wax, dripping, until
the last bit of wick
collapses in the last bit of wax
and the flame dies


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:51 a.m. 02/09/07