I will draw to ravens: 5 poems for Brooke Marie
“Raven was the one who brought light to the darkness”
Miwok Myth
One
My life is a LOVE letter home
caught in a dust devil
spinning wildly.
My hopes have been
mistreated by the waitress
with the bad hip
Our loves wear us
out till we are born
again in our
weariness —
that’s when
I saw you dancing
in the Laundromat
and called you out.
Two
If you open your dress
I will draw two ravens
on your breasts
and a 100 psalms
on your belly.
If you wear me
wear me passionate.
In the space where we
love, sparrows have nested.
The tide has risen;
how many stars
swirl at your small feet?
Three
Your body is water
quivering from my breath
Your eyes are two roads
that ask to be traveled
Your hair hangs down
for me to climb back home
and I will weave new
mornings from the strands
Four
The moon
has stopped
to watch us,
and dangles
her feet above
the water where
we swim.
She rises
slowly above
us, looking back
while the night
gathers up the
dreams of all
those dreaming,
into bouquets
as we drift
half awake
half innocent,
our nakedness
a boat gently rocking.
Five
breathe in
breathe out
now be still
with me
my love.
let our —
faces pressed
together
be the evidence
of all the beautiful
things to come,
so that in
our gaze
fate will
be helpless
and the birds
I have drawn
on your two
perfect
breasts
will abandon
the ground,
forever.
Origi nally published in Battered Suitcase.
poem by Christopher Anthony Leibow
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