Make your own free website on Tripod.com

Lisa Zaran

Home | Bio | Poetry | das manchmal mädchen | News | Books | Interpretations | Photos | Links/Favorites | Guestbook | Contact/Email
Sanctuary

Sanctuary

Of course, your songs in their bright red melodious coats I jump
into the pocket where your right hand goes, play with your fingers
like they're my own private army of clutches.

I do not know which doctor it was, but it must have been one, who
plucked out both my eyes and sewed them to your tongue so all I
could see when you opened your mouth was daylight.

moving across your lips. This same surgeon, I believe, must have
been made of miracles for he managed to clip my ears to the
insides of your cheeks like two pink wings.

A few tender beats in the wind of your breath and I could, if I
wanted, unleash the bird in your throat.

Originally published in Juked, 03.14.06
Copyright © Lisa Zaran, 2006.