16
bawdy body
after Beatrice Machet's 'il est temps de
boire'
https://conversationinpoetry.blogspot.com.au/2018/03/beatrice-machet-14-its-time-to-drink.html
il
est temps pour
ton
paillard de corps
de
boire
a clamber up
and knee sit
sip this
let's do the Aristophanes cartwheel
it's all I'm yearning for
roll on!
birds do
and preen
and coo
first words are between us
they are now
nudge and wink
mon petit chou
be my maîtresse
a Rabelais of rudeness
cloister me a monk
for tickle
and tuneful
the form admired
and led to love
was words become a face
and then you're in forever
which is the livelong day
in the end you itch to ache
and equally rub here
that every animal after sad
caught in the curlicue
sat on the bed
then scamper away
the tree becomes an animal
the animal a tree
like sex remembered - treasure it
because you will be gone
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