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"I made a fiction from a fantasy to enter through the truth of language. The filmic seduction scene made of place, of body and object coalesce in imagined action, contrasting with a heightened sense of desirable possibility, or possible memory."
—Khadijah Queen

Prague

Khadijah Queen

Yes as thievery, except if saved for
a fantasy in which I in a backless
dress encounter

you on a typical balcony
overlooking Vltava, gripping the latticework,
metal, a barrier to leaping

into an esoteric night, fixed and ornate
enough, like my penchant for the infinite
within the singular, encounter you

as tributary, serpentine, the heat of your fingers
on my spine, my head turning
as you bend to catch the yes

I'd held latent, a mine you trigger with
your tongue, neither of us
mean to stop exploding.

Copyright © 2013 by Khadijah Queen. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on July 8, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Khadijah Queen

by this poet

poem
after Clare Rojas
(I have a diamond house
with men. I have pierced
men and diamond shoes.
I have shoed horses and
a tilted head. I have a tilted
cart and a flowered scarf.
I have a gray dress and a
hell of a guitar. I play the
guitar and the jukebox jack-
in-the-box gutted brown