Siân Killingsworth

Desire (1)
He bathed my face
he bathed all of me
loving the smell of it
slowly and patiently
turning me gently
warmer and sweeter
he put his finger on me
and it was then
I first saw the miracle
when he finished I was awestruck
and more shaken than before
I wouldn’t deny him anything
I had a small, painful feeling
in my heart
**
Found poem. Source text: Rice, Anne. Servant of the Bones. New York: Alfred A. Knopf. 1996. Print. Pages 7-32.

Desire (2)
Is a woman a devil?
This thrilling body
touched – face legs
lips mischievous
My body is a home
for your hands, your tongue
Your voice
curls inside me
I defy you to see
I want
your smile
explodes in me—
This desire, this possession:
I want it all.
**
Found poem. Source text: Rice, Anne. Servant of the Bones. New York: Alfred A. Knopf. 1996. Print. Pages 298-9.

The End
The tragedy of her
story: she forgot
she’d ever been alive.
Her hysteria
lovely to behold.
All human beings dream
of stars and war,
garish flickers
watched by no one.
A prayer came after—
vivid the words.
**
Found poem. Source text: Rice, Anne. Servant of the Bones. New York: Alfred A. Knopf. 1996. Print. From unnumbered pages entitled “Proem.”

Siân Killingsworth has published poems in The Columbia Poetry Review, Ekphrastic Review, The Oakland Review, Mudfish, #thesideshow and others. Siân holds an MFA in poetry from the New School and serves on the board of the Marin Poetry Center.