Diane Tucker
all the hair in wings
sheets, clouds, falling
or sculpted, touchable
everyone with bath-shiny eyes
a sweep of lid or lash
cheekbones strong as a horse’s brow
this planet is peopled
with perfectly kiss-sized chins
a world of solid jaws waiting
to be cupped, enfolded
between two hands
and anyone with a hand or two
is a moving masterpiece
no parcel of bones
more elegantly wired
more deft and delicate
with a zipper, a fork
the sticky pages of a book
not to mention the alliance
of hips, ankles, knees in a dance
and the backs of knees, kissed:
human silk
in every square inch of us
beauty to stop your breath
He Was!
Hernando Rico Sanchez