Monday, February 12, 2007

Valentine to Volume

More than a point in time, more than a line
from first to second date, more than a plane
of three coordinates--the groin, the brain,
the heart--more than the amplitude of sine;

but less, much less, than the amassed incline,
the spike of rock, the muttering hoofs on plain,
on hatless scalps the drumming of the rain,
less than the density of shared design

measures your body, after we have played,
not by the glistening mesh of pubic hair,
nor the mechanical spring hook of knee,
not on the golden scales of shoulder blades,
but in the bathtub of my body, where
displaced water makes a discovery.


brent goodman said...

Beautiful! I especially love where the end makes a discovery.

Can't wait to trade chapbooks - no april fools, right?



Jee Leong Koh said...

Hi Brent,
thanks. Love to trade.

hugs right back,

Anonymous said...

Did you know that little children are reading your blog?