| MICHAEL
BEAUMONT-CONNOP
two poems
Oral
Incorporative
- You are so beautiful,
- Perfect in form, exquisite in movement
- Fine in bone china
- I am coarse and unworthy, but my tongue
- My tongue slavers and I would lick clean
- Your floors, your walls, your ceilings
- I would drag my tongue over every part of
your home, so that….
- So that when you came home and walked
inside
- You would be…you would be…you
would be…
- Inside, inside me, inside my mouth and I
- Would cover you no matter where you were
- With my tongue
- I would do this every day, I…
- I would be your tongue cleaner baby
- And you, you wouldn’t have to pay
- I would eat you, I would eat you up
- You would become part of me and we, we
- We would be together
- We would be so beautiful.
Pandanus Holiday
- The pandanus is a voyeur as it clings to
the cliff
- Watching the dramas of life
- It's obsessionally rooted as it cranes
its neck
- Trying to catch a glimpse
-
- A friend casually mentions as we stroll
by
- Of its multiple priapussed foot
- And its seed head so swollen,
unbelievably large
- The headdress of grey olive swords
-
- I would if I could send you one in a box
- That when opened would magically
transform
- Your room to the coast where it clings
- On the cliff by the ocean, the sand and
the rock
-
- This marginal tree, this cactus on stilts
- From the box would unpack my love
- Sunshine would warm you and colour your
skin
- Wheeling sea birds cry out from above
-
- This solitary tree would then capture you
- In its multiple priapussed grip
- Then into the box and back to the cliff
- By the beach in whose warm sands I sit
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- The pandanus is a voyeur as it clings to
the cliff
- Watching the dramas of life
- And I’m hanging on by the rocks and
the shore
- To our love, pandanusly tight.
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