After Listening to Bob Dylan Unplugged for the First Time
Bob Dylan, put down your guitar
and make love to me; okay, maybe
my expectations are too high;
put down your guitar right now
and squeeze me, and I don't mean
in a no feeling kind of way,
I mean just stop what you're doing
and come over here, because your music
is moving inside me, and I want you to, too.
But now your voice is trembling.
It never did those low dips before
going inside the circles of your shirt,
as I look into your eyes past your sunglasses
because you took them off
to see your fans
standing in the warming hut
of your truth-telling music
while our country's leaders
isn't good enough,
a woman's excuse
to get out early.
Conjur woman's polishing
her lower lip
with a thumbnail.
Heal my broken wing.
You know that, Bob.
Peace is a woman's way
to clear out the house.