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below the cliff
the sea lagged in
with its distances
and I gazed long at this grandeur
of needlessness
- b
An obsession
attacks the afternoon
like a headache carefully borne
so its (secrets won't bleed out)
- c
obsession, great beast
we rein it in
to not speed off
the habitable earth
(or let them see
what we ride)
- b
We corner each other
in our eyes,
just for the
instant
it takes to pin a bone
straight –
metal on marrow.
- c
knowing the risk yet staring
(thinking to remember)
a long moment
into her eyes
(& never forgetting)
- b
In miniature:
he gazes out of velvet eyelids
while she,
love's contortionist,
arches
to his embrace
- c
such calibrations
through days of love
as if fine tuning could move the other
even an eighth of an inch
- b
How to measure waiting:
not a metronome's golden bar
but an airy riff
of Persephone's hellish winter
- c
but can you paint,
whispers
his mistress
without entering me first?
and I am blinded
by a golden mist.
- b
First I drag in
some reluctant words,
then stretch them on a white page.
Voila!
Je suis une odalisque!
- c
Dignity of the body-double
her being reserved
as she vends
particular ownings –
skillfully tended.
- b
A needle gently sinks
into vinyl's skin –
oh Billie sing your sorrow
like no tomorrow
like no tomorrow
- c
years working on my Lady Day imitation
but "I'm just foolin' myself"
(one of the 77 woes
in being male)
- b
Author's
query: For a book
on female
impersonators
I'm
seeking those who
vaguely feel
they may be one
- c
that's me, that's me,
nothing but this beard
attitude
and a hunger never replete
standing in the way!
- b
To play as gents
like Virginia & Vita
would suit me dandy –
breathing whiskey through glued whiskers.
- c
even mystic Sufis
sure that All Is One
grant lovers mystery
difference-madness
never to be
resolved
- b
She knew the face of her beloved
like she knew her own –
a mirror, unreachable, silver under the glass.
- c
under glass: the face
of the Beloved.
Break through, bloodied, yes,
but the distance
turns to water.
- b
Copyright 1999, Barry
Spacks & Cissy Ross
Cissy Ross studied literature at Syracuse University and has worked
as a journalist for nearly 30 years. She recently opened her poetry books
again.
Barry Spacks, shoe size 11B, persistently visiting professor at UC Santa
Barbara, is the author of two novels and seven poetry collections.