Spring 1999 • Vol. XXI No. 2 Poetry |

Adam

It's ridiculous to confess Such a superficial thing Yet it's true I was first stunned By the extraordinary whiteness Of her skin a chalked mannequin so Pale & translucent her hair seemed A blond halo of almost shadow-like Depth & the red glow of her mouth Was like the distant smudge of A stoplight pulsing in the dawn fog & I was completely shaken & taken As she lay back against The leopard print shawl she'd draped Over the chaise in her studio just before She'd slowly undressed the way the sky Sweeps itself free of random clouds So what did you expect of me To pretend I was a far more serious man with fierce philosophical complaints To protect me from my own rash hungers Or did you know all along I was in love

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