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1.  Bee Season

Alcohol has not rendered me amnesiac
Of last night's shocking confession
Beneath bright Mars igniting Rummy Park
And artificial lights flashing cobalt
In the bent grey willows.
I meant every breath of what I whispered
As I grabbed a fistful
Of your red faux anaconda shirt
And smelled your long chestnut hair
Beyond the pink Halloween moon
And the vigil of bronze angels from the fountain,
Straddling you on the bench,
Trying to be invisible
As we heard footsteps on the macadam,
My bumble bee dress
Propped over my erect nipples,
Crushed wings leaning sideways,
Antennae swaying in the frozen moment,
Lost in the uncontested surrender of your eyes,
Slayed by the innocence
Of the way you were biting
Your lower lip,
Coming without moving an inch.


poetry & photos © 2006 Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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