Offer Grapes
for S.F.

one Kalil
Kalik bottle for two lips
lick Kalik
lips to lick

I could up against her press
rub, caress

I’d give a word for a bird
for a cage

a bird in the bush
bird in my hand
to pluck until bare

attached as we are
where can we flap to, fly to

bell about a neck
a bird in flight

noise to bring me joy
to bring me to my senses

when she alights, lands
when she’s home again
mine again

as mine as she will ever be
man a mile away or several

get to have her to myself
for an evening

an evening’s a lifetime
when contained in a poem

Kalik for two to sip
until inebriated
or just a bit


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
12:45 a.m. 01.08.09