AN N E X P R E S S 2 0 1 5
TOM MANDEL IF I WERE BLIND WHAT'S THAT SOUND?
4 little love poems (1 at a time?)
Top to bottom (or all in a line?)
What Matter Does Doesn’t
On-off-on the sensor array
touches palm to palm
while time looks away
There’s nothing new to see
no one’s left, but we
here dancing hand to hand
turn the other cheek to
cheek as face to face
we live on day to day
A Penny Dropped in the Cup of Love
You heal the weak, you check the strong
& any time you part the throng
to right what elsewise might go wrong
(or not) I nod – I go along.
My left leg retreats as your right hand advances.
I tumble into romantic trances
calling you sister though you’re xenogene
(one summoned from a place unseen
to join two paths as in a dream)
& never cease my echo of your theme.
The instant seemed that fecund
I caught your eye – I beckoned.
I who thought to be no more than one
found you instead to dote upon.
Across a shadow
range of stains
As Zeus dreams
your face, lines
lines run straight
thread the reel
of his projector.
A Fandom Lover
While those who watch me undress
Test my trance, before too long
Hazard’s here to rip my thong.
Oh blizzarded wizardess
Your wager’s won – I’m impressed.
It’s you to whom I belong.
Your strength will enhance my song.
You’ll scissor me through the throng.