POEM IN FRAGMENTS
Perhaps the object Perhaps simple step toward Gentle seether
Girl among the leaves! Smooth swimmer Of forest rivers,
Girl of the tawny Gold and pink, Your small face is a poem
And your skin a canvas On which has been painted the moon!
Come to me at eclipse With half lingered prayers
In your mouth,
[...]Crustaceous prayers, Prayers like the husks
Of very blue oysters In the ocean.
Very pink fish in the rivers.
[...]Trees like the souls of suicide, Twisted,
curling this way
and that.
[...]While lovers (in that time of Set and rise) anointed by
Their loving, sit[...]
STANLEY GEMMELL
1998?
Model: Jennifer Vaughn
