The Poetry Corner

The Draper's Cloth

By Paul Cameron Brown

I imagine stars at the dragon's tail, eyelids ringing with butter. I want to brush palms as lightly as two sparks. take the wand of your waist in two plush hands with the pitiless gesture of a sparrow We part the leaves in breath, arouse trees in envy. I sense colours more vivid than your tongue after wine, explosions to cap the wind. To enter you in argument - a bough creeking in underbrush, svelte panthers hiding. And afterwards, sheets are open galleys, oarsmen ploughing breakers across both sea and night.