I am a Tree, My Lovers Fly to and From Me:
She appeared, soaring out of the sunset
of San Francisco, leaving Hayakawa and his cops.
She brought smiles and flutters, black babies
and a white dog who would eat no bones
I was a boy then, non born and bred among
bricks and bars. I was a boy then, and I trembled
Before her beauty, and her might. I felt fright
and I bent and shook and leaned and would not
stand still. And she flew away. Zoom.
She came, zooming outta New York with the sun
in her hair. Her smiles were white teeth. Her breast
were plums in my mouth. We ride south thru the night.
Her thighs were warm and soft like summer,
and our love was thick and spilled like milk
Under the Missouri sky. There was water and laughter
and friends bringing gifts. I was a man then, but
still afraid, and stones began to grow in our bed.