Love Poem to My Therapist
I arrive naked to your office
and you tenderly unzip my skin
unpin my tightened clavicle
count all my ribs with your soft
fingers, follow my veins with your
tongue. Inside myself, you find the crumbled
nest of lust and cup it in your hands,
find the speckled eggshells, cracked and scattered,
and you lay them carefully on your desk.
I worry for you when you explore my wrists, my
anger coiling there tangled within
tendons, taut shiny wires knotted like fists.
But as a focused fisherman at dawn on first
summer’s day you spin them into silky
filigreed threads, a corset to collect me when the sharp
words break over me in my dark alone.
Carol Berg’s poems are forthcoming or in DMQ Review, Sou’wester, The Journal, Spillway, Redactions, Radar Poetry, Verse Wisconsin, and elsewhere. Her chapbook, Her Vena Amoris (Red Bird Chapbooks), is available and her chapbooks, Ophelia Unraveling and The Ornithologist Poems, are both available from Dancing Girl Press. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart Prizes. She was a recipient of a finalist grant from the Massachusetts Cultural Council. She blogs here: http://carolbergpoetry.blogspot.com/