SECRETS OF THE GLASS MENAGERIE
I. The Wolf
A howl cuts though the crystal,
hazes its translucence, stills every lick.
Those without a mate too often subdue
tooth with nail, scratch out
the spread of heat. Whines stay bottled
and lowered tails cannot lift.
Desire fractures, never pants
below another’s weight.
II. The Turtle
Tongue pokes from a pellucid shell —
a sham of true transparency.
It envies the rumpus of dance, those quicker
steps, but deliberates know Eros moves
with purpose. Delight finds its way
below carapace, penetrates
shyness until concession shimmers,
comes that prism of pleasure
with nowhere to hide.
III. The Unicorn
A stallion rendered in mid-canter.
Vitreous legs balance
on the hottest palm
while virgin myths curl
around chaffed lips, no longer
un-kissed. Fantasy has been liberated
by one who recognized lore
can be spun without complication,
a man with arms like legends,
a man housing a herd in his chest.
Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2016