Sunday, July 19, 2026

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
              Ε“ther 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

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