Poetry
Scott Lucero

Photo Credit: Kevin N. Murphy

her hands tangle
in my hair
she whisperpurrs
a song I forgot
I knew the words to
while my lips
trace the line
of her collar bone
connecting
looped shoulder
to looped shoulder
tasting the sweet salt
of the cleaved
dip of bone
below her throat
her body song
snarls deep from her belly
and it rumbles
through us both
and that bone
hums
buzzes
and trembles
against my lips
like a bluesman’s
harmonica

Scott Lucero is a teacher and writer from eastern Kentucky. He lives there with his wife and their two children. His work has appeared most recently in memoir (and) and PLUCK! The Journal of Affrilachian Art and Culture. Email: Scott.Lucero[at]kctcs.edu