Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Love

Like a nun.
Like a stone.
The curious
call
inside the pale red wound
naked
and throbbing.
I fell apart
like the nest in my roof’s awnings
the robins used last spring.
But now,
I am back,
back inside
where I belong,
smelling pie
and riding beasts.
I am clean as a stone.
A nightgown of two colors
melded
into
candy.
So hard
you could suck on me for hours
and
I would never disappear.