Black-haired Mary (in my mind)

Stout-legged woman, you are the trunk of an eternal tree!
Teeth like brilliant race horses and shimmering skyscrapers for eyes!
Your lips confine me, they were twisted from barbed wire, blackberry vines.
Honeydew, skin pale white, soft sugar burns my tongue.

You dance like sheets on a clothesline in spring under the passing azalea.
You dance as I lie in the hammock reflecting the sky and the dirt.

I have drunk your shoulders often like cool milk.
I have recalled you in the dark blue bedroom.
Oh Mary, such a simple woman for my simple mind!
Oh Baby! You could drink me in a draft!