Making Love to Leopard Man
Tom Leppard...has approximately 99.9%
of his body covered in tattoos...
a leopard-skin design...[He} now lives
as a hermit on the Isle of Skye.
-Guinness World Records
Though I'm not a needle, let me touch you.
Let me look into the pink secret of your ear.
Let me part, one by one, your reclusive, unmarked toes.
Trust me, you are not the first man I've known
who thought he was an animal, who's sharpened
his claws without knowing what to do with them.
Like continents your bruised-green spots drift apart.
Lying beside you, I watch the ink bleed slowly
into the tiny channels of skin, edges blurring
into your yellow sea. One-hundred-six islands
I've counted so far: that one looks like a storm cloud,
that one at your hip like the head of a woman.
You're not the only one who knows how to make
the body an elaborate disguise. How I wish
the children who torment you would throw stones
at the ugly hut of my life and scatter like birds
when I glare at them. I want to bathe my scars
in the isle's dirty river. I want fangs.
Let me show you how hermit crabs do it: tap
my borrowed shell until I uncurl like a raw finger,
exposing myself to salt. Out there, I could be eaten.
I could be carried away by the current into the mouth
of prey. Hold me closer with your human claws.
For now, let's pretend we have nothing to hide.
-Stephanie Lenox
from Best New Poets 2006
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