Flower Eater
Donny Wankan
are you the stones that could not float
rough and arbitrary hardnesses
nestled into overcoat pockets
do you measure their weight
how solid they feel in each handful
in soft ghost palms who lift and nurture them
does she warm your not quite springtime
cold British waters
with salted cheeks
in sixty-eight ripple indentations
spreading still to grass banks
do you say no to her toes
which stroke your turbid flank
or lean into their urgent pressing
call her in to squeeze a rough
bruising intimacy
sniff hungry at her perfume
when my lover drags from home
to nearby oozing darkness
a heady, golden rosetta?
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Donny Wankan is a PhD student, currently living in the Houston area with his wife and daughter. His work has appeared in various publications, including Sol Magazine, The Externalist, Paradigm, the 2009 Texas Poetry Calendar, Ampersand Poetry Journal, and the 2009 Houston Poetry Fest Anthology.