Lisa Jarnot
        Love Poem, Friday Morning

The toothmarks of some strange, majestic creature,
you are a character from outer space
with porcupine grace and I am
in a cafe across the ocean, drinking
coffee, in the light that is not
night, like you are, a vampire
bat that revels through my mind
across the field near where was born
a sheep, silent, in its fleecy trade-
mark haste, o sheep fucker who
loves me too, Linnaec, or like
Linus from a Charlie Brown cartoon,
great sandstorm cock of flight.