May 21st, 2010

crumpet2

Lust

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