Red Riding Hood Had A Pretty Good Time With The Wolf
By Karen Daly
Because maidens
Burn
Like celluloid,
They fitted
Me
With a
Hood,
A
Fire-fighting
Talisman
For
My own
Inner blaze.
And yet
We reciprocate
Like conversation,
Tongues embracing
Teeth
And appetites
In
Private riot.
My forest-dog,
My liege,
My gentleman
King Kong
Lights up
An
Amazon boudoir
(Two women
The
Same night!)
He hushes
My manners,
Uncapes me
With
A God’s
Hairy hand,
Imperative
As sex
And
As sweet
As darlings
New-found
And thumbling
In ears
The remembrance
Of
What ever
Was.
He perished
In my
Second birthing,
In my
Learning
Of the
Purest heresy
Of
Blood and guts.
Now
I keep
My strangers
Strained,
But sometimes
Even
The moon
Looks like
A man
In a dress.
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