15.03.2011

eleven

years ago to this day

a moment filled with power

promise and play

a kiss

made of wonder

i'll never forget

your eyes willed

your hunger

the day our hearts met

A Homage poem to Sylvia Plath by 'Champagne'

What is this itching within me

Fighting me, scratching?-

I want to break free of something

Mother Nature can only articulate -

Without blushing,

And I know it is not shame which binds me

To Purity but History,

And all those lost girls before me.

That keep my kisses neat

And clean,

That keep my belly warm

And aching,

That keep the boys

Anxiously waiting, 

For appearence of the first bud 

Opening.

Those boys' eyes;

Hungry with possibility,

Stung with a goodnight miss.

Left leaning outside my door,

Like a forgotten unfinished book, or

A half-eaten apple left browning.

(published 2001)

Sylvia Plath Quarterly, Oxford, England, 2001, 2002