Anne Flor-Stagnato

Summer 2003

She Swears On This

Seven Deadly Sins

Lust
Because I have felt a man
between my legs, and
only spread them wider.

Anger
Because my tounge is
experienced with biting words,
and spits them of its own volition.

Pride
Because that same tounge
has conditioned itself to
hold back apologies.

Greed
Because these hands
are always reaching to grab
what they do not own.

Gluttony
Because the world is
never enough, and so I
must consume other things.

Envy
Because my heart has
burned with want of
everything her.

Sloth
Because I have watched
others' ignorance
and kept tight my lips.



On An Aqueous Liquid
I.
If I am like water,
then remember this:
a drop a minute will
drive you to madness,
and a flood will
drown you in less.
II.
If I am like water,
then remember this:
how steady the tides
are and how they are
pulled by the moon.
There will always be anebb and flow in this love,
but as long as you remain
lunar, so shall I pulse.
III.
If I am like water,
then remember this:
your fingers may not grip
too tightly, lest I slide out
between them. Cup your hands
gently, and raise me
to your lips.

One AM Longings
stare glassy-eyed at this Kandinsky
painting my world is not moving and
the colors are inert but I may trip
through this stillness to stumble
upon abstract serenity and what
I am waiting for- sleep.



Supposed Deaths

-- For Jen, who still haunts my dreams

She stood on the edge
of the pier, and we
gazed, nostalgic with the past,
into the brackish water.
The sea spray crashed upwards,
foaming at the mouths
of the waves and misting
gentle memories. She held
my hand as we watched
the boiling sun sink deep
into far-stretching waters.
And she told me,
"I could die right here,
I could throw myself off."
I laughed, let her
fingers twist from mine
and, grinning, we both
jumped.


Tumble
How rough
would you like it?
Maybe
banging
your shoulders againstthe headboard
would show
this carnal need.
And I'd like
to leave
a trail of
bite marks
down your chest,
so you'd wake
up with the
sweet pain
of remembering
my teeth
in your flesh.
I'd let you
leave red prints
from grasping
fingers all
over my body
if it all would
keep this
desire in
mind.


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