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
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