Cavalier, Off the Cuff

Sit down, lovers say —
broken hearts on a leash

Body fluids pour forth
like waste-water on the sun

Could we say it might
sound like something else

Bliss-filled migrations
of lesser creature comforts

Poet-cuffs frayed at rest
in pitch-pine havens

Maybe swan-song research
rebuilds voice-bridges

Yet we still yearn to hold
those who got away

Stern mandates of heaven
suggest no more lovers

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Women.Poets.Maryland
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