Seduction

You’ve been on
my mind, awhile

Slide
down

a little further
and

we can both get comfortable

©Dean J. Baker

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Creatureless Comfort

I watch the skin of my brother’s leg
peel back, set to flame;
uncurling
cardboard, turning slowly black.

I cannot change, remain the
same for ages;
able to do anything, yet
unwilling in the final stages.

I find blame in the least thing.
I implicate, sentence -
execute:
it doesn’t matter what you say.

©Dean J. Baker

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Sex Reared

Sex reared its ugly head
She said -
So I took her to bed

She didn’t have to
Worry or wonder, or
Be smart instead

Sexed her rear,
Vexed her tears:
Oh, what an ass I led

©Dean J. Baker

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Lines To My Animal

I watch my dog hunting
among the grasses:
for burrowed mice and swallows

He is himself unusually adept
at camouflage; snuffling
more than discovery allows

The mild reflecting light
of middle December
has not yet shut down the dream

I become with him: wild
and unforgetting, caught
by a furious king in temporary need

©Dean J. Baker

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Spiced Honey

Every day I taste the lingering
sweetness,
watch the slow golden slide of the
honey, as
it slips into my drink

I think of gliding
into your live places, that
envelop me
in what’s most real and deep:
arising magically, even as I sink again

©Dean J. Baker

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