Unwomanly
You are the darkness of
decay on my side;
The unsightly tail
peeking beneath petticoats,
The backside of branches
I must never show.
As much a part of me
as unacknowledged nights
down the backstair,
And as visceral a need.

Of Circe
I'm not Penelope,
Don't look to me for fidelity.
I would say don't look at all,
but that's not the way of men.
Even in a shield or a rooftop,
they must look, and possess.
But if my husband whored
his way across the archipelago,
I might well bed the same goddess.

Sympathico
He was stone,
and she was tree;
yet he bore
the imprint of leaf
against his side,
and her limbs
were calcified.

With time
All night I hear the river flow & the river is in me,
or at least in my mind,
though I harbour a notion, like a leaf upon the river,
that it would be better if the river flowed through me,
and so the leaf urges the river to descend into my body,
and one day,
it will prevail.