FRAGMENT #40
In the dream you asked me for love,
but I, to you, of a white goat sang instead
How she climbed the rocks
and couldn’t get down,
how her bleating called the wolf out,
gave him a hunger,
her scent sliding lightly
toward him on the air
Tell me this doesn’t scare you,
as you put the ripest fruit
in these two glasses,
and I will pour wine over it,
pour it for reverie,
and forgetting
about what lurks
in the shadows
Give me a moment
Then ask me one more time
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 20, Issue 4.
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