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Poems by Taneum Mariah Bambrick

 

Song of You

 

I exult in you, your turquoise eyes, clear as a spring

stream running down a mossy hilltop

the intensity pierces me

through

especially

during sex

your stare was most

invincible

 

I delight in you, your broad shoulders, your chest,

your sculpted arms clasping me

squeezing me like

never before

as if you were afraid

i would slip through your fingers

like a small fish

in a big net

 

I revel in you,

you,

with your wildest dreams,

your endless quests for adventure, your

inexhaustible desire to conquer

the world

with me in it

 

before i am out

 

 

On weekdays, Judy Zhou works to try to make the world a better place. On weeknights and weekends, she retreats into her black hole and wonders what "world" and "better" mean.