Tonight's Poet Corner: Her Bodily Treasures
Her Bodily Treasures
by Belinda Roddie
She drew honeycomb from her ear
and lit it in a dark room,
the amber spreading beneath her hand
and molding shadows into sticky statuettes,
ready to dance for dinner.
I watched the wax melt into
a perturbed puddle of sweetness, the
lost hum of bees haunting me as I held
my ribcage between my fingers.
All the heat was lost from us; all
the gold was lost from us. But from
her orifices, she pulled the last luxuries
of a past life into the dusk. She saved
dawn for last. I saw pink stain
the skies again. I could hardly breathe.
There was silver in both our eyes.
by Belinda Roddie
She drew honeycomb from her ear
and lit it in a dark room,
the amber spreading beneath her hand
and molding shadows into sticky statuettes,
ready to dance for dinner.
I watched the wax melt into
a perturbed puddle of sweetness, the
lost hum of bees haunting me as I held
my ribcage between my fingers.
All the heat was lost from us; all
the gold was lost from us. But from
her orifices, she pulled the last luxuries
of a past life into the dusk. She saved
dawn for last. I saw pink stain
the skies again. I could hardly breathe.
There was silver in both our eyes.
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