Lust

[rozk]

Her long thin back that swelled to cello hips -
she feared they'd swell to a Sicilian bum -
Sweet cigarette taste latent on her lips,
All four; she'd whimper gently, then would come.

Dark eyes that used her fringe as hiding place -
Without her glasses, peering fierce as blade.
The times she giggled, pulled a silly face,
were when you were most likely to get laid.

Lust held us close;and sex pushed us apart.
She wanted in her what I wanted gone -
The bitter empty fucks that break the heart!
Our kindness after is the thing that shone
.
Lasting past lust. Dark wax melts from new gold
relinquishing the shape it burned to mould

Comments

[anonymous_sibyl]

The first stanza, especially, is lovely. Quiet, rhythmic, loving. It reminds me of long, sweet afternoons.

I do like this, Roz.

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Wow. This is intense and wonderful.

[annafdd.livejournal.com]

This is really lovely. I think these sonnets are growing on each other. They certainly deserve to be collected.

You know, when this happened last year I didn't know her and I had no idea what you two meant for each other, as people won't even when they know two people quite well, because this is the kind of stuff that can only be expressed afterward, and only because it's drawn out by grief.

And I might have said the usual platitude, I'm sorry for your loss. Reading this poems make me feel the reality of it: I really, personally, am sorry for your loss.

These are an amazing gift to us Roz. Thank you.