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in
collection, The Suspension of the Moon, 2006,
Oversteps
Books, ed Anne Born, ISBN 0-9552424-0-1;
first
published in Ambit
Titania Wings
These wings were my
passport to nakedness.
They
are not angel’s but fairy’s wings.
The
paintbrushes and pigments he uses on them
persuade
me that joy can be squeezed
in
drops out of my skin into your eyes,
so
you love me as long as my young body
lasts
in his frame — long as anyone knows.
The
blue fall of water silk over my arm covers my legs
and
Venus’s mound in a shimmering smoke shift.
In
the moony studio light, I am really like that
but
the woodbine and violets are normal sized flowers
scaled
up into giants to make me look small.
My
hair a steady spray of gold so the veil and my tresses
suggest
moon and sun curling gently upon one another.
I
know my nipples surpass the perfection of any bud.
I
plant my feet firmly down on the leaf’s fringe
but
they run down the beach of his looking
and
flutter kick through the wondering tide in his eyes,
behind
to wherever your thoughts find a place
with
Titania unclothed —
her
wings in your face.
Susan Taylor
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