Shelly Reed
Zephyr
I have traveled west,
gathering hickory from cook fires,
sweat from passion,
blowing hot breaths through
the vacancy of your heart.
I have carried the ash of your hair
through mornings cool and sweet
with the cries of the loons.
With promiscuity of pen
I have made your bed
a deeper place than it was.
I want that short breath
you just took without thinking,
the transient impulse too swift to record.
Loving someone is like gender, like race —
it's not something
you can just leave behind
when wind teases the cook fire.
Shelly Reed's poetry is published extensively both online and in print, nationally and internationally. She has recent work appearing with 2 River, 42Opus, Sometimes City, Whistling Shade and Atomic Petals. Shelly has been featured at Pulp Poetry, Poetry Super Highway and Poetrylist. Her home is Iowa, where bad hairdos come a dime a dozen.
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