He grows possessed of the obsessive feeling
That dawn has come and gone and brought no light.
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The angled sunSlants honey-coloured raysThat lessen to the groundAs we bike throughThe corridor of Palm DriveWe twoHave reached a safety the yearsCan claim to have created:Unconsumated, thereforeUnjaded, unsated.Picnic, movie, ice-cream;Talk; to clear my headHot buttered rum – coffee for you;And so not to bedAnd so we have set the questionAside, gently.Were we to become loversWhere…
To make love with a stranger is the best.
To lie and love, not aching to make senseOf this night in the mesh of reference.To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day,And understand, as only strangers may.To feel the beat of foreign heart to heartPreferring neither to prolong nor part.To rest within the unknown arms and knowThat this is all there is; that this…
After a long and wretched flight
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My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose.
I am your slave. One word, and I obey.But please don’t slurp your morning brew that way.
Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I’llReciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.This twenty minutes’ rendezvous will make my day:To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.
Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me
It was untenable delight; we are free–Separate, equal–and if loverless,Love consumes time which is more dear than love,More unreplicable. With everythingThus posited, the choice was clear enoughAnd daylight ratified our reckoning.Now only movement marks the birds from the pines;Now it’s dark; the blinded stars appear;I am alone, you cannot read these linesWho are with me…