Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty-five
Spring 2011
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Leonine, Lovely
Leah C. Stetson

Waist-deep and dreaming in his single bed
Had jealous lovers, jumpy, shadowed dragons
A rising drawbridge licked her crushed island
Returning to search it, he went to sleep again.

I sleep like a world-class neurotic, offbeat
Nerves playing accidental music with pens
In this new scale collage, I’m able to create
The flow, quickness of deer and ambient sounds.

But it took a leonine face, lovely crooning
In my head to revive that destined fire
Even as great spiralling sirens sing in a local bar
I had a strangely beautiful realness he desired.

Honey-colored hair, disheveled, I’m partial
To jasmine and wool, teary-eyed, cherish wild things,
Safer when I’m in a little house, if there is an equal
Beside me, I would become deft at sandwich making.

Charmed, he used it to unclasp his clutch
What she could see—his delicious qualities
Mounted against her, deep personal adventure
Gushed with positive pressure for five minutes.

First of all, it seems ironic, her fear stumbled
Down the hallway, flip flops, a silky silhouette
Her latest romantic parallel, slithering away
Tripped, cross paths—total strangers and yet...

Clever you, read bits out loud, we find a center
Narrow creeks, creamy blue humming a sheen
Otherworldly crackle of waves, cooled pleasure
Only you call me that, love it again, I get keen.

Do you remember I promised a luxury of freedom?
Neither of us is tethered to a mountain peak
It masks the combustion, trickled with cinnamon
Darted around a trapped glow, saving hide & seek.

About Leah C. Stetson

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