Five
Poems By Doug Tanoury _____________________________________________________ The
Jade Vagina I
watched the sunrise today Reflected
in the many panes of glass skyscrapers That
rise majestic and monolithic like tree covered mountains That
mark the far side of the harbor and form The
crowded skyline that is Hong Kong And
in the mirrored mosaic of articulated glass White
clouds slowly drift across blue sky And
dirty white high-rises stand shoulder to shoulder Back
to back and side to side their images mingled distorted
and smudged like an impressionist landscape In
the background the green waters of the harbor open Like
a jade vagina before the phallic shapes of glass Stone
and steel that rise wide and erect to penetrate The
morning and hide the green hills and the squalor Of
the run down apartment buildings in mirrored gray _________________________________ With
Oranges I
thought today of her awakening Her
movements a shadow In
the predawn darkness A
phantom floating No
more than a chimera of shape A
nude that Picasso might sketch No
more than a few sloping lines that curve Toward
soft inclines and rise gently Toward
feathered intersections And
fall toward full divergence Backlit
in silhouette from the bedroom window Her
breasts and buttocks The
simple elegance of lines in Erotic
waves and fluid motion And
as she moves near I
smell the citrus of orange slices That
is the fragrance and scent That
forms a perfumed wake as she passes And
the “sh” and “ch” sounds of her dressing Are
a bird’s wings flapping A
slight rustling of fabric A
finch in the shrub I
am the slave of her motion The
serf of her smells The
prisoner of her naked beauty Who
wakes each morning in bondage To
the changing shape of curves To
the texture of delicate sound And
a still life with oranges _____________________________________ The
Wedding Poem (For
Terra) Time
upon a once I do now recall In
memory rich with childhood wonder The
fairy tales read at bedtime And
prayers said at her bedside Now
I lay me down to rest I
hope your dreams are just the best Heaven
and hell are chambers of the heart For
when I am dead I will spend eternity Strolling
through summer afternoons A
little hand in mine as we walk And
talk quite casually of birds and trees And
bumblebees burrowing deep in blossoms Awakening
to absence that is her finding The
fullness of a wonderful womanhood That
is her finding now the meaning of mature love And
living her days in a happy place of her own making That
is crafted by her own choices and Sustained
by her own hands I
sing now no more in half whispers My
tenor rising just above the organ notes The
Kyrie and Agnus Dei The
Sanctus and Benedictus My
prayers of happiness are sung For
Latin is the language of heartfelt love Walk
once more with me down the nave Toward
the altar of this country church Awash
in the color of stained-glass light My
chest that rises and falls with each breath Is
a warehouse of fervent worship As
I walk with her toward her life _______________________________ Greek
Echo (A
Hollywood Park Poem) I
see her naked With
my eyes closed Each
breast a half peach And
the cheeks of her ass Symmetrical
hemispheres A
sliced melon I
can touch her Deeply
in my dreams Her
flesh feels firm Yet
soft like ripe mango And
the taste of kiwi Lingers
on my tongue I
can see the smell Of
her moving like A
shadow around me A
flicker of motion A
flash of movement That
is Venus waking _____________________________________ Red
Beans on Rice Freckles
sprinkled lightly Over
the whiteness Of
pale and perfect skin Like
spice spilled Across
a tablecloth I
imagine them seasoning And
added flavor To
the milk and cream Of
arm and leg Hair
like new copper Wavy
and full that falls across The
virginity of bare shoulders And
the snow covered hills That
is her naked ass A
Pre-Raphaelite vision A
shivering Ophelia Whose
color calls to mind Red
beans on rice _____________________ Visit
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