Canada Dreams

          Surrender

          Surrender is almost a smell
          on the tips of her naked fingers:
          faded soap, sun, friendly innocence.

          The man is coaxed from
          his anxious cove. Heart squeezing,
          sniffs and shivers. Desire pulls
          and braves up, improvising fate.

          In the comedy of sexes, woman
          is the one with friendly fingers
          dangling from the boat.

          Man the curious minnow, mouthing
          warily, growing familiar with those darting
          rays of light. Finally takes her
          small and bright. Pretending happenchance...
          rehearsal of romance.

          The perfect she: finger signals,
          nonchalant.

          He wants it innocent, assured.
          A sleeveless sleight of hand.