Saturday 11 September 2021

Stolen Moments

 

Stolen Moments

 

It squats like a bank vault.

White sandstone and concrete, with eyes to see,

framed with pepper-pot crotchety brows,

whose tellers chant long tales of vows,

slender beacon fingers thieves who steal,

calls faithful husbands within to kneel.

 

An argument boiled the night before.

Incarcerated: a five or six stretch but here’s a turnkey.

By text, how else? Some gorgon knot,

a huge dispute over not a lot,

all deceiving feelings, twosome reelings,

slashing veins by way of healing.

 

Gifts hot smuggled under her dress,

under her breath, well hid where he could see, fake ID,

on parking lot and up her sleeve:

pink satin sheets, for sure, almost fresh,

soaked in wet woman’s scented press,

jeans for him, so very tight, stiff crotched,

silk shirts, dressed with her heart’s lock,

newly uncorked, her perfumes run wild to soothe his

nightly rhythms of stroked scent wristed sin.

 

Unrumbled plans, tumbled half phrases,

daring heists, from under his nose, escaping scot free;

they hold their future in unheld hands,

his heart beats gold, hers all diamonds

and rubicons, they soak his mind,

to slip the dogs and cross the line.

 

Of course, there was a line.

Tantalise in teasing looks and she’s most likely to flee,

border crossed lips press cheeks most chaste,

handcuffing both, just the merest taste,

she slips off shades like hands from glove

her naked eyes moan trembled love.

 

Words were passed between the two

like parcels, or adamantine pearls hardening by degrees,

treasures form over callus and wound,

his lyrics to quite make her swoon,

fainting soul is locked within her breasts,

both swell imprisoned beneath her dress.

 

These moments are stolen, she says.

He understands, grips hand, because passion or destiny,

speaks loud; beats in better times than these,

where touch will wander where it please

in hot sweet torture, the will enfolds her,

he rests her head upon his shoulder.

Never spilling secrets, their lips find peace,

desires hot drench deserts of the East:

where it watches squat, the husbands kneeling,

her swollen belly spread with stealing.



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