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Marcy Jarvis - Poetry

Disappearance off Easter Island

there beleaguered in the tuff did the shaper of
the rock dream of mythic swims at sea
was he called by the marine as he chipped
away the ribs cheekbones, sanded smooth
the lips was it his own torso sunk he
envisioned as he plunged into shark infested
realms hoping to make Hiva, dwell

note: Hiva = the mythical homeland of the
Rapa Nui people, said to lie east of Easter
Island.

By Touch by

The way that we communicate in bed
by drawing on each other's backs
instead of saying anything out loud
that we might think would hurt the other
or agree with anything the other might
dismiss, precisely is what leads up
to our kiss, so use my back as soundly
as a board or gessoed canvas; do not call
my name, and should you ever feel you
are ignored, simply remove your shirt;
I'll do the same.

Hangman

If those were the blue hours I hope
you didn't miss them should that
explain your need for an abundance
of breast milky blue quiet times
and your hand from behind
slipping up an unexposed thigh

It's not as if my body is a
Prangersäule for you to hang on

Is the lover deprived in infancy
desirable to one who's known his fill?
O what cost [arro]gance!

note: Prangersäule (German)
=pillary post

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