What She Wanted
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still...
Not what you think. She imagined
with the force of it, white feathers,
and the breath at her neck, like a blade’s
desire. And hers, she will tell you,
like that. And she wanted him to risk
if that were possibleto possess her.
silver bodies of perilous water; she wanted
to all but fierce need and the brave wind
and precipitous rock. And she liked the word
the cool shade at the steep, muddy banks
to own all that: the depths of need
How far one might go for love,
Reprinted from The Revisionist’s Dream Avocet Press: Pearl River, NY (2001)