My Poem Obsession Continues (rusty though I am)

Seance

Spirit (the voice 
of your deceased
left breast) is here,
and she comes with
a message for you.
 
She says not to worry,

that she's doing fine.

She wants me to send you

her love. She says
she is sorry

that she had to go

so soon.



Something about a scar,

she's trying

to tell me

something about a scar.
Do you know what this means?

She's saying it's fairly new.
Yes, a recent scar.



Do you understand? Very well,

she wants you to know

that the scar is less of a monster

than you imagine. She is telling you

to stare it down.



She says to perceive her

as your loyal emissary,

the part of you

that has gone on ahead

to clear the brambly path.

She's chuckling now, she

wants me to explain

that heaven hath

no bras, that

she no longer needs

to be lifted, contained,

restrained or redone.



She says that at times

she'll feel a twinge

of desire, to be

suckled or fondled

or kissed. But mostly

those longings 
are just wisps
of the past.

Mostly, she has gladly

moved on.

At the moment

she is exploring Jupiter.

Soon she will leap on over

to Mars.
 
She travels near and far,
treasures her newfound
freedom. Sometimes
she
 comes back home

for a while, just to be

near you again. She says

you would love
how she can move now,
that she's even faster
and stronger

than a hummingbird.
 
She wants me to tell you
there is nectar all around,
even in the stars, and for you
to just keep living well,
even though you're without her.



She says she really must

be going now. She says

to tell you goodbye,

and for you to try

not to be so sad.

Comments

[Harlan Lewps]

Very beautiful PJ