"Aphrodite "
Out of the mud foaming with blood,
past the bellows of the newly nutted steers,
she steps, the light opening behind her
like a giant shell to reveal blonde curls
flowing over the shoulders of her blue bib-overalls,
skin camellia white, cheeks blushed and tight
as October tomatoes, lips sweet as clover honey.
He watches her sway
towards him through waves of heat
a pail of yellow grain in her hand, followed
by chickens and pigs. She sings
a song to herself from the hills
about the forbidden love of a moonshiner’s daughter
as she climbs a fence of shiny barbed wire.
When they kiss he has visions
of earth twisting green tendrils
though his veins, vines blossoming with fruit
from every joint in his body. Hands that planed wood
only hours before shape her waist, the curve of her breast
while the knives of her father and brother flash
their warnings in the sunlight.
© 2005 Jim Doss
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