love song

you are everything i need
(don't tell me not to bleed)
let me be the poison seed
buried down beneath your earnest heart
let me ring your heart in fire
that thing you call: desire
let me be the redvoice choir
that sings flamerings around your every inward part

Don't tell me that you love me, when
You don't know who i am
I can lick you sinful skin but i
Am more than your woman
Don't tell me that you love me till
You know who i am

you are everything i need! i
will be your poison seed,
i
will root my longings in your heart,
and sigh,
and say Complete me!
Love me!
til I die --

Tits ass and sweetfat
wheatfat stomach i

am more than the sweet skin you  hold. More
than the name you cry

Don't tell me that you love me
Love me!
I
Seek in you gold and cinnamon. Why
I look inside your skin for myrrh,
for mary jane,
for sour rye --

Be everything i need
Let me be your
let me be your poison seed

be
Can you be
everything i need --

Don't tell me that you love me! be
everything
i
need

Daddy

Now at last i love you
daddy
daddy
me --
you
who love your ease

cartoon Saturdays
playskinned knees

we boasted, cried
we lied, and hid
our playskinned knees

Just wait! she said
until your Daddy's home --
the enemy

we thought of you as one,
you two
you two
unspeaking islands in a wordless sea

You are not she

You who by heart would let me lie
and love
You put me in an Em shaped shoe
You made the shoe

You made me, crippled sad
rise from your brain
unwise
i did not do, i did
not say --

You wanted to know How and Why
The gray
Soft places did not frighten you:
i cried

You were the rock on which my gray rain fell
and did not bite
and did not kiss
nor did you tell me what --

Daddy
shallow
thinker
shifting
shiftless
cartoon
screen

You listened in

You love the many skins that we
lie
in --

like you a shallow lover i
love the shoals
shun the deep (the dark)
the wicked souls --

You choose (peacelover) to bite
the sweet, white flaps on skin
To hear (not to let lie)
the smooth and lying thin
Skin of our hearts, that lie --

You listen in

you love
you do not judge

You listen in

Dear man, you give
your own sweet skyblue soul
your thinroot, thirsty tree

Dear man, you speak

You gave me, dying, your two ears
wrapped up in tissue paper
yellowgreen

you listened to the love
the rot
the stenciled green

You loved the soft wormheart -- you said
In truedeep gold believe

Beloved, thinsoled, wormheart (you said):
Believe

brigit pegeen kelly

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/144/6#!/20600016

mama

Pampers
Huggies
Luvs
Storebrand

Each brand -- four varieties
Or more
Wetguard, clothfit, baby dry
technology
To buy --

And formula
(my breasts are dry
with diets -- but this,
ironblessed,
digestible,
with live and active cultures
is better still
than my own milk)

And babyfood
already pressed
organic squeezable
kale quinoa acai

foods healthier than i
unwealthy
eat myself --

You see
how you are loved --


Your toys are handmade wood,
BCP free
organic cotton
approved by me

Your mother --

Dear, in Africa
penniless,
I would
Defend you
knife
and teeth
and fist --

Here, blessed
with health insurance,
costly crown!
and monthly paychecks,
see how i drown
your little needs in bounty ==

Baby
see
How much
(organic
 hypoallergenic
dye- and gluten-free)
you are
to
me

doxologies

In November, have you ever seen
a field like this, green
still in its greenest summer
Sunday green
cowdotted (and between
the fourlegs sometimes four legs
more, twigthin and thirsty four,
or dancing twos and fours)
While all around the trees
clap paper leaves,
rustle their Sunday skirts
those saucy girls! they flirt
they flaunt, they sing
newmaidenly -- sing
Eden songs
A breeze snaps
sweet and sassy
at the skirts about their feet
It might be spring --
Sunwarmed, center-chilly
let us, too, leap and sing
such saucy frolicking
such sure doxologies

manifesto

(this is not the poem i wanted to write.
I wanted to write --
in beauty, like the night. To write such stars, such blue, such blue, such black -- vangogh swirls against the dying of the light. Such violin-thin wails to pierce your heart -- I wanted
you to read, and ache, and love

me -- Love
me, 
Love 
me --

Love me in stars pinned up against the night, me crucified

instead i find myself writing the same poem again, over and over,
as i might turn a pebble in my palm -- i murmur:

Terrible --
this world,
and beautiful --

and there are SOULS

--these little vast and heavy things:
they will, when you have forgotten that i writing, still
be,
their own small deep and lovely being)

"For My Mother" (2006)

As i scrawled in the Black Book: "She gives me so much. I write her bad poetry."

~
FOR MY MOTHER.

If the world were a different place --
If I could have any thing -- I know
I'd want the wide sea in a silver bowl.
I'd want the moon on a golden chain,
And a glass of the scent of the grass when it rains.
I'd want a bowl of my mother's milk,
And a bottle of her tears --
I'd feed my mother apples and pears.
If the world were a different place,
I'd give my mother bread and wine.
I'd be a little vine
That twined around her waist
And bloomed in all the colors she loves best.
Oh, I'd have a bowl of my mother's milk,
And a bottle of her tears --
I'd want to soothe her skin with silk
And wash away her fears.
If the world were a different place
I'd reach into the deeps of space
And gather seven shining stars
And set them in my mother's hair --
I'd give my mother a crown of stars.
I'd give her a pearl for every year,
And a  rose for every day,
A yellow rose for every day
And a red rose on Sunday.