artwork: ralph murre
THE MAN
WITH HAIR OF SMOKE
by
Jackie Langetieg
I'd
like to make love to a man with long hair--
caught
behind his head, tied
with
the false cord of commitment.
Capturing
his eyes, I'd slip the noose,
thread
my fingers through dark silk,
listen
to his lies.
He
lifts me
his hair swings forward
sears my
cheek
becomes smoke
In the half lighted
forest
his skin burnishes to bronze
I
hear drums
taste
sweet tallow on his shoulders.
~
first published: Small Cards by Barbara
