Contemplating a Spine by Daylight

Another from my cycle of poems, Of The Women, and a companion to my previous one

Can I lift your slender form?
Can I pick the fruit of your shadow
      When you are stretched cat-like in the sun?
Can I cause the excellent extension of your vertebrae?
Can I daydream of your stretched silver silk blouse
      When you shrug off sleep in mid-lecture?
I must have pondered too long from where I sat
For I was awoken from this by a voice
which tore my questions, unresolved
spilling back into my mind
like the sun, dripping lightly
upon your small back

A Backbone by Night

I've recently been working on a cycle of poems, entitled Of the Women. The following is the first piece,A backbone by night:

I sit idly on the grass
And watch the night sky reflecting on your back
Your blue back under the moon
I watch the exploding universe upon your narrow frame
As you exhale, nebulas collapse in on one another
Take in breath and restore the shape of things
As long as your spine is blue
I know the safety of all life
And can stare at the terrific expanse of your ribcage
For as long as the Night lasts