POETRY

Thought in a Heat Wave

By

The words, the books, the strain,
the loneliness, the pain,

the beast of woe, the lion roar,
it doesn't matter anymore

because I have a thought,
tamed, soothed, caught:

the poetry I said to you,
the lines that led to you,

the arteries around my heart,
the words I read to you,

the breath and rhymes, the breathing in,
the us not dead to you,

the dancing of you in my dreams;
I could be wed to you;

my loveline veering off my palm
could go, instead, to you;

your jewel burning in my mind,
your brilliant cry, so kind,

your evening sky of cobalt blue,
yes, I think of you

and I together in one place,
with time and room to sigh,

and moved by magic to embrace
the body, you and I.

Mary Meriam's poems are published in Literary Imagination, The New York Times, The Gay & Lesbian Review, American Arts Quarterly, Poetry Northeast, Mezzo Cammin, many other journals, and several anthologies. She is the author of two poetry chapbooks, The Countess of Flatbroke and The Poet's Zodiac; the editor of Lavender Review; a blogger at Ms. Magazine; and a mistress of Headmistress Press. "Thought in a Heat Wave" is in her new chapbook, Word Hot.

The words, the books, the strain,
the loneliness, the pain,

the beast of woe, the lion roar,
it doesn't matter anymore

because I have a thought,
tamed, soothed, caught:

the poetry I said to you,
the lines that led to you,