"The Politician Reviews Campaign Options"
From a leaf I fall. A raindrop
with eight legs. Spent my larva
seconds learning the braille
of scalp ridges, the taste
of a tear
from the stem of a follicle
and the dreamed-of pool, the savor
of warm circulation a host heart pumps.
I drop with
the flattering undercurrent
of a zephyr-to-leaf kiss as the pond
of wind ripples the skirt
the air wears. Then the descent
spirals into bloating crimson,
a capillary-fed pillow, my belly
pressed toward skull, as my body
melds into skin. Will I share
the injection of my proboscis,
my needle of affection?
To inhale corpuscles, the tapioca
of my straw (dear scalp,
dear beach of beaches) – if only
I can leave -- if I must leave --
a leg under the skin
after the tweezers perform the divorce.
© 2008 Hephaestes
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