One Poem by Deborah A. Bennett

 

Pistachio Flowers 

what it would be 

to be kissed like that 

past all the words 

that lie

helplessly between your teeth 

like the jagged little 

pistachio flowers 

in the ashtray 

what it would be 

to be unclosed like that 

beyond textures 

cracked open 

for the 

dark 

soft

meat

and not be afraid anymore 

to be tasted past

all the voices from the wall

and the steam round the pot 

and the rain on the floor

and every

thing that breaks

so easily 

in spite of the best 

keeping 

to just

reach up

and be held like that

carefully 

like something i saw

in a window once

red lips and all

Deborah A. Bennett is an Illinois-based poet whose work has most recently appeared in Wales Haiku Journal, Heron's Nest and Africa Haiku Network's Mamba Journal.