Two Poems of Advice
a poem by Wayne Dodd

A fence separates, it joins.
Always keep your hands

to yourself. Every night of summer
insects rush towards you, their hidden

eyes, the ones inside
their chests, are red, they glow

with desire. They want to
touch your face and lick

your crevices, reach in,
with their long tongues,

to where your wings
in darkness,

sleep--the irresistible
taste of salt...

Always Keep your mouth shut
when you speak

of desire. What if you have fallen asleep
unawares, the counterpane of evening

now falling across your face
your shoulders? Oh lilacs dark

beneath the windows! Think of the consequences
the implications...

Wayne Dodd reads his poetry
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