–after Emmanuel Hocquard
And Samantha I’m telling you
Standing stones, old Druid bones
(You have to see this to believe it)
I believe in her sweet angled hips
samantha-stone Observatory for
Three thousand Years
gorgeous I barely – I barely
Know her or her bare shoulder
Cool and sweet to the touch…
Tense tenth
time to look
at her knee-high boots
(I stole a pack of cigarettes
from a truck w/opened windows)…
The only thing I understand about is this poem is a love one. For the rest I like the form and i’m gonna read other Samantha sonnets…