I WILL NOT SUCK THE POISON

Excerpt from an ancient Egyptian manuscript

May I suck poison from a flower
if I do lie to you
about my love.
I will drawer up the bathwater,
will kneel for you and
not only for the digging claws.

My black cats, my loves,
my feline walking
tall in the picture/
image of my mind,
my Cosmo, my Matisse, my loves.

Love on a train?
Oh I would love you on the tracks
if we took a train
oh the glory of a high plain
oh
Cosmo
get down from there.

© 1995 Daniel X. O'Neil