Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

Another New Poem

DRYNESS

A month of dryness. Yet my love's sweet pain
continued as sand blew where verse had been
dead leaves grow skeletal. White bone is seen
through mummied flesh, then tapping sheeting rain

and sudden green, lush flowers red and pink
as lust fulfilled, though not. This will not last
desire's a desert and returns quite fast
to desolation. Look and yearn then blink

it will be gone. You know it will return
in mirage moments. I will not forget
to take these pleasures any chance I get
transmute them. It's for poetry I yearn

More than for kisses. One peck on my cheek
enough to give me sonnets for a week.
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