Moods (wet dream)

Bonny Cassidy

 

When she travel strategic

high and fast, she know you at length

 

unrolling your attention as if by foot.

 

And say she

drop closer (your unmoved breasts, yellow kiss)

inhaling a pyramid

of feathers, cardboard, lost leaves:

 

will you

have she

all the way around. Step back

anytime she want.

 

She pay the creek’s wages

she climb inside.

Plumes distended, a bundle of she

watches from a cystic rock.

 

Lie down all the time she want.

In bellbird notes your litter

 

airy blood she eat

and gather pecks of honeysuckle

for your monument

 

walking once around

she, your only mate

 

Bonny Cassidy‘s most recent book of poetry is Final Theory (Giramondo, 2014). She is feature reviews editor for Cordite Poetry Review and lectures in Creative Writing at RMIT University.

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