Lesbia whispered

                              (to Donal)

      A Work in Progress
                  136

       

          Lesbia whispered

       preparing to take him

    where he had not gone before

 you must learn to enjoy

       my hands caressing you

            your skin rippling

         my nails small knives

dissecting you

flame frost both creating and killing

           in my fingertips

             let you shudder

                      there

                quiver there

       tremble

       moan while I’m loving you

         while my hands undo

      all the knots of your body

           & your bones melt

            & you yield to me

   come to me now

                 then my love

          come into the cosmos

              œther of stars’ gap

                fills my lungs

          my heels move galaxies

my thighs are pathways to the universe

                  my moment 

       time caught

                    time spent

         

        time flows

                      away me

                         away

  me

                                     he was as intimate with her 

    as crab lice during copulation

              she who stole fish 

         who shrewdly calculated

         how to become bankrupt

              with credit cards

      went off to Paris to spend money

        gave expensive gifts to friends 

          even left him with a Nikon

     he sold for a fraction of its worth

               careless of money

          now memories flicker in 

                  consciousness 

            where tendrils of light 

       flash in forests of neurons       

                       long 

       carbon chain molecules hunt

             through his brain

like chemicals working to remove stains

     from a carpet never finding those

  remnants   filaments of fiber encoded

                 generations ago 

         all that Lesbia once was

         mythology is like a stain 

         no chemicals can remove

          its archetypes embedded 

           seashells in a fishnet

          impossible to untangle

            intrinsic to its design 

         she will always be there

 

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

                 (2015) 2036

A Cottage Garden

A Work in Progress
135 

there’s a path along whose edge bees work

hot lips salvia, in front of a small fountain

frequented by small birds with tails that fork

hummingbirds sip from its flowing water

falling from the spout of a woman’s pitcher 

that feeds the fountain’s bowl

 

she does not stir while montbretias arch

fire lilies in front of an acanthus palisade

floral spears in a ragged line that march

white wispy flowers under nun-like purple hoods

cave-like spaces too narrow for penetration

but bees push their way in

 

she’s a statue lending a woman’s touch

to this garden a living woman loves so much

 

 

 

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

                  2026

 

Whatever the Moment

A Work in Progress
134

Some trees were trimmed

now there’s more light

north light 

while sunset smolders over my shoulder

shadows of starlight acting as nightlight

for mountain lions about to marauder

out there

in the physical world of flesh and blood

up in the foothills further from roads

fully in leaf now the solstice has come

it’s dark

devoured each day by the voracious sun

who knew that once together we’d never feel cold

that once together we’d be very snug

we’re here

whatever the moment our eyes always hug

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

                        2026