by Micheal Lee Johnson

Do what I tell you to do
your face is like flour dough
your nose like a slant directionally
unknown like an adverb-
tossed into space.
Your hat is like an angel
wedding gown draped
over vodka body
like a Christ shield
protecting you in innocence.
It is here I kiss your lips as a total stranger;
bring myself closely to your eyes;
camp out on your narrow lips
and wait for the morning
before I slide like a sled
deep snow, away.

2 thoughts on “Berenika

  1. I am convinced that this is one of the best poets to come out of Illinois since Carl Sandburg. And that is a mouthfull!

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