The Tambourine Against Your Leg
January 12th, 2010The Tambourine Against Your Leg
Your eyes are always drawn to the girl–
not the men with their button-down armsbuttoned-down to their curvaceous guitars–
but the girl with her head thrown back sothe music rises out of her throat like a sword
and her hands beat a rhythm on her thighs orsometimes aglitter with a tambourine and so
magnetic you expect your fillings, your glasses,your car, all the iron that makes your blood rich
and red, to gather up and leave you gasping,
take a long plane ride to find her gone.
January 25th, 2010 at 11:21 pm
I would like to be able to say something very remarkable about this. All I can say is, it is another really wonderful poem. Do you have a published book?