I turned to the last page
in my notebook and wrote
about everything I know
About you and me, I wrote
the sweetest things
Just know,
I didn't mean any of it
......
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
......
they danced in a dream
of bending shadows
face down
begging ass
all hungry back door paradise
ankles strapped on a foot worn floor
paint faced in Ubangi nights
with pin needle eyes
bedded
......
come towards the bed
winged loneliness
her thighs
arches to the garden
a purple mouth flower
with pink steps and tears
for a priestly penis
this crying queen
......
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
......
come towards the bed
winged loneliness
her thighs
arches to the garden
a purple mouth flower
with pink steps and tears
for a priestly penis
this crying queen
......
they danced in a dream
of bending shadows
face down
begging ass
all hungry back door paradise
ankles strapped on a foot worn floor
paint faced in Ubangi nights
with pin needle eyes
bedded
......
I turned to the last page
in my notebook and wrote
about everything I know
About you and me, I wrote
the sweetest things
Just know,
I didn't mean any of it
......