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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