Max

by Marc Mangel

She’s my newest love

a black one this time

short and shining hair

short now but

one day to compete with

Lady Godiva (though hers was blonde)

and searching

searinmg eyes like

brown torches which burn

through your facade and get

right down to where it is

in those eyes are truth

and soft innocence which we all

fear one day will be spoiled

most soft and luscious is her touch

always damp

always probing

like an octopus tenacle

carefully

daintilly with

sweetness and love

certainly nothing harmful

when she speaks the music slowly

floats to heaven

a series of closely lined notes

sweeter

than sweet wine

and only one small

problem

she walks on fours and has

a tail

 

April 1973