Friday, 15 January 2021

All Tomorrow’s Meetings

 

All Tomorrow’s Meetings

 

 

Not too many months from now, we will meet.

An inexorable oncoming storm

crackling static, electric nature’s heat,

forged dreams collide in passion reborn.

 

We could retreat. Sit silent, side by side,

avoid eyes, frigid watch as ebbing tide

rakes over our ancient mud, flat deny

swollen sunrise, peck cheek, shy smiled goodbyes,

 

or embrace. Heave breasts, bodies throbbing beg

wanton lips to kiss hair, forehead, neck, thighs,

full feast, bury heads, teasing tongues part legs,

hot tangled Gorgon’s knot, shuddering ride.

 

Reason chaste thought, speak only coward’s verse,

but no earthly power halts nature’s course.



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