by
Michael Dellert

                                    you would be six
                                    and full
                                    of glad grace
                                    unanswered questions

                                                                                                red on white

                                    you would be six
                                    and feeling
                                    silk warmth
                                    of sun on skin

                                                                                                steel in light

                                    you would be six
                                    and bouncing
                                    on your papa’s knee
                                    to the fire-song

                                                                                                burning night

                                    you would be six
                                                                this june...

                                                            child of my first passion
                                                            of her hard nipples
                                                            against my chest
                                                            of our salt-sweet sweat
                                                            my tongue and her lips
                                                            so young
                                                            and so fast
                                                            born in the trembling

                                                                                                whitelight

                                                                        coming
                                                                 roar
                                                            of a mean
                                                            mannish
                                                            boy...

                                                            red on
                                                                        steel in
                                                                                    burning
                                                                                                night...

                                                                                                                        — med

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