Once posed as pound-shop
Churchill; now reveals himself
as a cheap liar
Month: May 2022
’53
She spoke to me quite openly, about aspects of her life
and episodes…
Sometimes I met her eyes, sometimes her eyes looked down
in hesitance…
We’d kissed. I’d held her hands, and helped her with her dress –
the zip was kind…
Her oral skills were wonderful, at least as good as mine:
hungry; practiced…
Her touch was soft, her body firm. I actively adored her slender frame…
We promised more
explosive exploration; while traceries of sound, of painted filaments
connected us…
Our lives just touched, briefly ~ rich lives, we’ve led in parallel ~
with benefits…
Signal red
When I woke in the night, I wanted you so much!
I burned, I yearned, to writhe again with you,
to share our fullness in those frantic urgencies;
the rod of my desire lay heavy on my guts –
a delightful torment, chasing sleep to shadow –
the road was bright, the fires were lit,
the way ahead was clear!
But after sunrise, black and grey return.
My arm lies flat, the light is smoky red;
the fat controller is awake in me,
sullen, soured and heavy with his duty
in my fractured signal tower, to block the route:
caution’s cold hand will keep my husk
protected, through another day in safety.