#11: POEM BY ELIZABETH SCOTT

Been feeling you
in every single cell of my whole body.
Licks me like flame;
can't rightly bear it.

(Human bodies:
broad shoulders, anguish, skin.
Somewhere deep in the caverns
of another life
you are kissing me
wet and soft
your lips grazing
rosy ripples just like
a young boy's hand
tender and new
to the lushness
of what's under
all the
under-
clothing.)

The dream will remain
again and again
unbroken;
filmy white smoke
fleeting and melting.

We two:
concave, convex--
to be hollow seems
to ask courteously for a filling;

and yet you would think it strange--