Amulet
My body is an amulet
craving your palm.
It longs
to duck inside your collar,
to be tucked
below your shirt, to slide
in and out of the buckle of sternum,
dangling upon your chest, nestling
against your breast, wresting
from your soft-hard flesh
whatever it is that hones
stone, takes home
the touch of you.
Charmed charm, it presses
against the caress of thumb,
forefinger, blesses
skin-lingering–the rub
for good luck, the kiss questing
protection–
I will bring you what
I can, love,
but in return must be
kept close, coveted,
not lost.
(Sorry that the amulet in the photo above is a bit dorky! I wasn’t quite up for making a fresh drawing this morning, but am very happy to post the poem and photo for the wonderful dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night, and also for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, another wonderful poetry website. These are terrific sources for those interested in writing and reading poetry or for anyone who just wants to get out of the box of daily life for a bit. While you are getting out of that box, take a chance on NOSE DIVE, a fun escapist book written by yours truly, illustrated by Jonathan Segal.) Here also are links to revuews by Charles Mashburn and Victoria Ceretto (fellow poet-bloggers.)
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