Whose shoulders are a moonlit liaison

Whose skin is skim milk

Whose teeth are snow leopards caught in an avalanche

Whose tongue is heat lightning

Whose tongue is the arrow shot by Cupid’s quivering hand

My love whose arms are pillars which crumble to dust

Whose eyebrows made Robespierre rethink

The Reign Of Terror

Whose eyelashes are reeds bending in the wind

Whose eyelashes are purple peacock feathers

My love whose neck is a vase of Forget Me Nots

Whose fingers untangle the nerve endings of A.M. radio

exiled icicles

reluctantly playing Chopin on my spine

Whose wrists fly thru the front windshield

Whose feet are the future written in shorthand

Whose feet are those of

the flower child barefoot and bewildered

Whose throat contains lost lullabies

My love whose legs are winding staircases

Whose back is forever against the wall

Whose breasts belong to the night

Secrets singing in the shadow

Shadows singing in the secret

Whose thighs are shark infested waters

My love with eyes of lost pictures

With eyes of ceramic dolls

With eyes of two way mirrors

Whose eyes

sink or swim depending on the season

Robert Pomerhn reads tonight (Thurs, March 16) starting at 7pm with Brian McMahon at Starbuck’s Coffee, 3755 Union Road in Cheektowaga.