My Body & Band Camp
Doubt like a purple pacifier hinges
On the true & its concealment
Several nights later I’m convinced I’m bad
At sex & that the torso is invalid
Or at least the terms are
The terms bad and good belong
In a misplaced morality play
Performed in the desert
By your family & closest friends
With tickets that aren’t free but
With all proceeds going
To charity
Still Six Thirty
At one particular
moment you be-
come rain, a line
of songbirds en-
acting a fictional
unity that is just
as real as any-
thing you’ve ever
said or read or
heard about, the
cliffs that loom
only a few feet a-
head of the time
you can feel in
the base of your
torso while your
lover is present—
moment you be-
come rain, a line
of songbirds en-
acting a fictional
unity that is just
as real as any-
thing you’ve ever
said or read or
heard about, the
cliffs that loom
only a few feet a-
head of the time
you can feel in
the base of your
torso while your
lover is present—
~~~
By Nathanielle Dawn
horny poetry review 