To a Man

My man is Black Golden Amber Changing. Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned rug Coughing laughter, rocked on a whorl of French tobacco Graceful turns on woolen stilts Secretive? A cat's eye. Southern. Plump and tender with navy-bean sullenness And did I say “Tender”? The gentleness A big cat stalks through stubborn bush And did I mention “Amber”? The heatless fire consuming itself. Again. Anew. Into ever neverlessness. My man is Amber Changing Always into itself New. Now New. Still itself. Still.