Chess or Origami -Part Deux
(Hobbies to Beat the Marital Blues)
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Origami: the papery consequence of grief and other deliberations.
The ritual is this: draw a blank sheet
over your sex. Your body argentine, aloof,
reflects none. Invite him to fold, to flip.
You in turn, must capitulate. Roll your hip
to withdraw his kami thumb,
from a wet-fold crease. Smooth
valley ruche; a mountain pleat to memory.
Practice accordion till tedium is lost
in song. Lick the forefinger that turns
you under. Devotion. It doves the air
as you smile a sculpted togetherness.
The plurality a white flag over a battlefield.
Where lust sweetens retreat. Where the victor
may query, are you hobby or Art?
You remain mystified. Fold and tuck.
Tenderly you salve the other's fine cuts.
Fingers stretch and keen, twitch a trigger.
This confuses you. The sun breaks drapes,
a cellophane grenade. You feel the hot pin
roll brightly against an ankle.
The light is deafening. Reflective.
Reveals how high the crane soared.
A patient, Hiroshima.
An ageing slackness to your skin.
© 2009 Melanie Firth
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