Missing You
Missing You a poem by Dianna Henning – Published in “The Power of the Feminine Vol II”.
Missing You a poem by Dianna Henning – Published in “The Power of the Feminine Vol II”.
A doe stretches
to reach the topmost
leaves as she strips
our Mock Orange bush,
nose wet as a dew-
dipped blackberry.
The men I worked with at Folsom Prison,
walk single line
down the knife of night,
their eyes averted,
their blue jeans baggy
The fire carries on with the logs.
Clearly there’s something going on between them.
Like when we first met and harvested each other,
not with fire rather with flesh.
The years are rapt birds,
trilling their delight,
no salt on their tongues
no weights on their wings,
Touch me in the night of my body.
Where the wind can’t get in.
Where the flowers are layered rose petals.
My but we were lovely, captives
and all. Each day the witch
would dress us up. She was keeping us
for herself.
f she were someone else’s sister
I’d again make her mine,
twist her bones