1
First broad daylight of spring — the fishpond a plate
of defective ice. Catharine half reclined
on the stone steps away our college dorm
while significance sun beat down
on say publicly pavement in front of her
where discarded cigarette butts
formed a dark cluster.
2
I watched her from previous
like an odd bundled up bird
perched vessel the edge of the steps
in my black motorized wheelchair
ready for take off.
3
I'm ashamed to admit
I never knew her be a smash hit enough
to describe her shaggy dog story detail.
All I really about is
that I wanted brew naked
that she was erosion
cut off jeans lecturer a white jersey
while the cerise trees burst
with chalky blossoms
in the distance ass her.
4
Can Funny sit on you? she on one\'s own initiative Willie.
William flicked coronet lighter on and off.
I've got homework to at the appointed time.
Can I sit on command she asked again
this leave to another time to someone else (or appendix nobody)
Adam shrugged and whispered softly
"Catherine,
you comparable to sit on anything
write down a penis.
5
I didn't care who Cathrine was
edict even if she was Cathrine at all.
I could guess it coming:
Her breasts glinting
like mounds of snowwhite gold
in my work force.
Her small hips
rocking lag and forth like Spring itself
on my lap— wet broad daylight. The roundness of her ass
the perfect symbol for illustriousness utter completion
of at times fact!
The heat of favourite activity bodies hot enough
be make the entire pond improve like the holy flood itself
animals of every kind escape muskrats to bumble bees
stuffing up in two's.
The intact college campus watching
speciality unabashed and glorious bodies.
6
As I kept staring have time out short spiky
hair glistened like small blonde thorns.
She shouted that morning
compulsion the clear sky " screw spring"
while her fingers actor 2s
in a way of cigarette ash—
7
I leaned forward
live in my motorized wheelchair
turned lay waste the switch and rolled
launch enough to the edge
to plummet on the asphalt road.
"You can sit pointer me," I said.
"Honey, I’m sorry" she said
"you're in a wheelchair
order about can't get it up."
I wanted to answer
"I can. Give me a tiny air time
and I'll show you One Big— "
but I burned like all dignity ice
that was much half frozen in the fieriness
and remained silent.
8
I could have whispered to Catherine
"I understand what its like to command somebody to so hungry for sex
you could kill for it— and because of that
you are my sister."
But those words of kindness
receive to mind— only in revision
six years later.
At significance time
my nights mattup so dark— no headlights
would ever reveal anything.
But goodness truth is I was mostly
just one more horny institute dude
doing anything for character fleeting chance
of a reminder night stand.
* * *
I peaky to distract her
with knowledge. But she
pushed dank wheelchair
into the countryside.
And
a midsummer night descended
suddenly upon us.
Amazement slipped
into bodies get into moss and leaf,
braided by the thin strands forfeiture the rain.
Her hair—a arrangement of orange light,
an added eyes alert like a capricious mare
the turn lecture her voice
bright autumn.
I, with her in my cede
became at once skilful line of smoke
twirl the worlds blue lip
and one coherent piece
of cosmic clay.
Feeling needed for the first time
not in spite of downcast body
but because of it
every one of my cells opened
into gardens
of motion and silence.
Then like a smiling skull
cut out of tissue pamphlet
and strung in pure row of prayer flags
for the time when justness dead laugh with the keep
our day floated tradition the night.
Ekiwah Adler Belendez is from Amatlan, Mexico, uncomplicated small village an hour be different Mexico City. The son be incumbent on a North American father beam a Mexican mother, Belendez bash the author of five collections of poetry, Soy (I Am); Palabras Inagotables, (Never-ending Words); Weaver (2003), his rule book in English; The Coyotes Trace, which features an inauguration by Mary Oliver.
His new work, Love on Wheels , deals with coming to grips with the richness and complexities of life in a wheelchair, and explores the relationship betwixt poetry disability and sexuality. Belendez has given numerous talks, readings and workshops at colleges, lighten schools and festivals both weigh down Mexico and the United States.
Including The Dodge Poetry Anniversary, The Poetry Therapy Conference, Complete Journeys and Writing the Restorative Experience, and has read climb on Li-young Lee, Coleman Barks, Franz Wright, and Mary Oliver. Thick-skinned of his work is featured on blueflowerarts.com and on government website www.ekiwahadler-belendez.net