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David Swanger

Snapping Turtle Love

 

Too easily we speak of passion as kisses
and offered flesh, and all kinds of softness.

How about desire jagged, a broken bone.
a compound fracture of jut and edge?

My love’s a snapping turtle, heavy and
hard in its single dimension: appetite.

I’m cunning as shadows; I’m a lurch
wanting to spasm; I’ve rocks in my belly.

I’m also patient, open-beaked and
ready. Make a move. Come on!