White silk gown – Sunday silk – yet <br />daily donned – tight-cuffed – <br />cool hands – folded - warm lap - <br />milk-white - under orange vest – and - <br />bearing – or to bear? – <br />two Legacies - from You, Sire – <br />this simple pair accompanying me - <br />twin-mirrored – <br />two poems yet to be read – <br />two words yet to be said – <br />to stimulate – a man - <br />circumferencing – unwritten future – to know – perhaps - which? - <br /> <br />kiss of need? as kid of goat – <br />little lips - innocent of teeth - tugged <br />as pulled red berry? Cherries fit <br />such little mouths. Or - <br /> <br />kiss of love? milk-white skin <br />brushed first – moustache – then <br />body’s delirious shudder – <br />ecstatic contract! <br />two red berries – red-plucked – <br />this first? <br />Will there be a morning - mooring – <br />you as sunrise - <br />after wild and feathered night, <br />bondage as play - so sweet? <br /> <br />Or – are these berries – to grow parched? <br />A rose - cease to bloom - before the flower taken - <br />autumn berries - heavy-hanging – <br />dropping – unmilked – unmouthed - <br />love put away - put in a drawer, <br />hiding brave face in hand? <br />I thus eventual – be – <br />awaiting further chance <br />of eternity? <br /> <br />You cannot put a fire out – <br />you love me – you are sure - <br />but – which is it, sir?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0028-emily-dickinson-considers-her-breasts/
