Dell

by
Sarah Jacobs
 
 

Born into a white dawn haze
Your long equine form streamed ahead--
Wound sleek muscle pulling strong
Within hard ivory limbs.

The field eats you up, and I'm alone--
Beached gray lungs, phlegm on sand.
That nodding sea of grass calling to a place;
Pangea.

Then from the green dewed fur of earth
Your ghost fingers slip around my ankle;
As you pull me down
I seek the red bloom of your mouth.

Your indigo eyes devour my sky
And we're two honeyed lions
Bloodied tongues lolling to eternity.
It's a muddied melt of earth, viscera, tooth.

And at last, night's chilled comfort;
The afterimage of stars glows behind my eyelids
As motes of dust
Hang in the sunny tombs of suburban living rooms.