Desk Top
for D.A.

these icons on my computer screen
should have been all you were wearing

even then I might have complained
that the lace of these were obscuring too much

grey T-shirt and white shorts between you and me
icons like another curtain, another veil

these icons and your elaborate bedhead
against which you lean, two layers you stand between

wall behind the elaborate, wooden bedhead,
another backdrop

little that you wear, your bedhead, your wall
lavender coat of paint upon it,
are all thin pages with you in between

but you’re not thin, not flat
woman, healthy, fleshy, enticing to look at

imagine touching, holding, lifting, being held
imagine your legs, like arms, about me
about my waist in an embrace

flat screen, layers of flatness, you among them
butterflies flattened among pages of a book

arms like wings, wide, rest upon the bedhead,
comfortably, upon the curve of it, wide arc of it

wide arc of it, opening for metal ornamentation
parallel arc, 6 inches wide

at your back, just above and just below your belly button
exquisite place, left years ago
upon being disconnected from mama

time draws near to connect with me or some man
for life to go on, to link the past to the rest of time

past and future, pull of these, you in between them
you on the screen, icons on the screen
and what you wear between us

skin off a mango, use my teeth to peel it
to get at the meat of it, the meal of it


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
2:27 a.m. 03.11.09