What Pahn Needs


…Pahn remembers walking
on an unpaved road

it is cut along a south-facing slope in
an open woodland
of leafless oaks and un-kept
meadows

 and there
where he has spoken to Yaohwa
by the trailer     two
new women
have been introduced    
 their faces
morphing
evolving from composite to composite
Ehvair/Ahpadeyva
Ehvair/Pholoa…

                                                        …They have walked into
the trailer of white
and simple modernity

backing into the corner of the bed
            she finds his embrace
                                    and leans toward his face
           
and Ahpadeyva transmigrates away
                        becoming
a clear visage
                        above and to the left
                        and disappears as

he closes his eyes

 feels Ehvair/Pholoa’s thin lips…

…they are walking
                        along the darkening road
                                                    from the tree-bark like cold coals…

…they come into
the trailer of white where she
entreats his sexual affection
pulling off her shirt
putting her hand on his face

he closes his eyes
(remembers Djuturna’s love against his cheek)

finds her thin lips and crosses his
                        against them pushing apart
the
smooth
revolute    inclusions                                                        
                  as his face passes                                    
into hers…      

…Pholoa
stable and full now
sits behind a desk outdoors
in her thin trousers
and red sweater smiling
her wide and open smile

and wonders what Pahn needs
as he approaches…
                       

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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