The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. <br />Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! <br />I hear her great heart purr. <br /> <br />From her lips ampersands and percent signs <br />Exit like kisses. <br />It is Monday in her mind: morals <br /> <br />Launder and present themselves. <br />What am I to make of these contradictions? <br />I wear white cuffs, I bow. <br /> <br />Is this love then, this red material <br />Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly? <br />It will make little dresses and coats, <br /> <br />It will cover a dynasty. <br />How her body opens and shuts -- <br />A Swiss watch, jeweled in the hinges! <br /> <br />O heart, such disorganization! <br />The stars are flashing like terrible numerals. <br />ABC, her eyelids say.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-appearance/
