On to the Fairies
I am batty,
Nymph girl,
Although your hair is short and brown,
And when I look,
Wishing to speak,
There are bolts
So odd in my limbic system.
I would say I am Adonis,
But I am not so beautiful.
It’s your voice, really,
More eloquent than William Shakespeare,
And I believe you have worn miniskirts.
There are many girls in cashmere scarves,
In art galleries and on Broadway,
And they are sleek,
And I love them too,
But I, obedient like oceans,
Crave and wonder:
Have you ever taken Japanese tea?
I don’t believe you wear high-heeled shoes—
No, I think not—
And this morning’s sun is a bastard yet again,
Lurking, burning with no pity.
The more I read your poetry the more I believe there is something strong driving the lines. In some ways you write about emptiness and aloneness, unrequited desire, as in this poem,
But I, obedient like oceans,
Crave and wonder:
And in the wonder and the play of your mind on the emotions you feel is a strength that looks at the world just like these lines say you do.
I love this poem. Thanks!
Thank you, thank you.