Darling

Darling lay quiet as I bound her wrists
in milk blossom and her crooked jaw
vellum kidskin of my braggart poetry
slipping from her blue two-piece into
the tea stained river

a swan seeking my patriarchy
some southern son in the window
Darling lay shaven and visceral
apt to do anything I asked

I asked of nothing
the definition of fantasies my
conjuring daydreams built
she mean-mugged anyway
with relentless fervor
in rose petals and intuition

her charming spineless father hiding
thimbles of good-n-quick
in nooks where thirst would later
drive the treasure hunt

her mother an insignificant lost soul
house wife suffering
from a life of suburban decay

Darling with her perfect breasts
bull dogging me from the river bend
unsure of herself but showing off everything
running fast
and scared
to leave them all behind
to become them all at last.

TA