Atomic Beauty

So don’t ever pluck your eyebrows

(Beautiful thing) –

Never ask each other to tame

Parts of ourselves,

And be the tangle of wilderness.

What world is this –

Girl meets Boy.

Girl makes Boy blush.

And never even whisper rush.

If I could shape the swoop of your skull

Like clay, clutch,

And build you back up,

atom by atom,

Faithfully returning every

Pick-pocketed mole,

Until I reach the droop of one eyelid,

The rosebud of the wilderness,

And with a kiss

grant the stutter back into your speech.

7 January 2008