Throat by 8’s

The tiger lily’s
Dotted throat
Raises oranges
into a pale light,
Into the dark of night
As young lovers
Dream upon its primitive
Beauty and its hot colors.

I dream upon the neck
Of yesterday and
Ravage about the future
While living plainly
In the moments of now –
The seconds of my
Discontented demeanor,
My discontented nights.

by Dawnell Harrison