By Desire

April 24, 2016

lick you way out of that

What she wanted was a bearded man
to tease her, all those tight curls
between her legs scratching, tickling.
She would hold him as she would

an amphora, scenes painted onto it:
a boar with scythe tusks, a chariot
high-wheeled and eager, a naked driver
curved indelicately, his horse a puzzle

of arcs. Or she would hold him as Salome
offered up St. John, his head open-mouthed,
on a platter. No, she’d hold his head,
alive, the tongue arced and silent.

Athena Kildegaard

(Athena Kildegaard is the author of several books of poetry: Rare Momentum and Bodies of Light (a finalist for the Minnesota Book Award), both from Red Dragonfly Press, Cloves & Honey, from Nodin Press, and Ventriloquy, just out from the new Tinderbox Editions.)