she was lovely like stone

by Halina Poswiatowska

Halina Poswiatowska

she was lovely like stone
alabaster
with green veins
throbbing with sleeping blood
half a hundred gods
on a cloud
clapped
as she walked swaying her hips
and not even her head
no
and not her mouth
a swollen tropical fruit
her breasts - exactly
she had such breasts
you had to stop
and howl to the sky in adoration
they were like two fraternal moons
stolen from Saturn's sky
oval - upraised
and Hephaestus shoeing horses at the smithy
complained that she was cheating on him
the fool





Last updated January 14, 2019