your lap where all my
dreams are met
where your rose water
moves you in circles
of delirium.
Where you push
back against me
where my boy-
hood got mixed up
with life.
The sky outside
is crying again
as tomorrows
weeping children
lean out of the shadows
of brutality.
Episodes of you -
battalions
of you engulf me
wave after wave
like
medieval battles
hand to
hand.
And you defeat
me
push your
lance right
through my
heart
and now I
look up
my
head in your
lap –
defeated in love.
1 comment:
Erotic, nostalgic again, and again the sense of conflict - the mediaeval image of the waves of pressure ("battalions of you"). I love the surreal image in the middle of this - "the sky outside is crying again as tomorrow's weeping children lean out of the shadows of brutality" - surreal but it has a literal significance too perhaps.
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