Sarah Corbett

Two Poems

(E Major)

And she was
                            Grist to his mill
And he was
                            Grit to her pearl
And she was
                            Salve to his burn
And he was
                            Soil to her furrow
And she was
                            Touch to his skin
And he was
                            Pulse to her beat
And she was
                            Cry to his voice
And he was
                            Wave to her shore
And she was
                            Roof to his wall
And he was
                            Chink to her glass
And she was
                            A snake uncoiling from its burrow
                            A long time underground

And he was

                            A flower grown from a word
                            Dropped in soil but a flower

And she was

                            A glass blown from the lips of a child
                            An apprentice piece

And he was

                            A crow plucking fur from the back
                            Of a horse for its nest
                            The horse purring

 

And she was

                            A crow dropping a twig
                            For her crow lover to catch
                            Whirling and twirling

And he was

                            A grain of sand waiting for a shell
                            Waiting for an ear
                            To fall into

And she was

                            An ear listening to a wave
                            In the mouth of a shell
                            An ear with an itch

And he was

                            A hand buffing a jewel that was a grain
                            Of sand that was a pearl

And she was

                            A grain grinding at his stone
                            Until her husk shed and she was flour

And he was

                            A flame eating up the curtains

And she was

                            Rain soaking through the rafters

And he was
                            Earth to her burrow
And she was
                            Hoof to his horse
And he was
                            Funk to her punk
And she was
                            Nipple to his navel

And he was
                            Lips to her glass
And she was
                            Stem to his flower
And he was
                            Scratch to her itch
And she was
                            Sky to his fall
And he was
                            An ecstatic raindrop

And they were laughing               and laughing              and could not stop

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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