Wednesday, 4 August 2021

ask me on another day

ask me on another day


so   how does one accord a woman 

all the due respect that being the

receptacle of all our tomorrows 

deserves

  allowing  in a quiet way  the lust to grow

to transmute the female form’s beauty   

inherently hormonal   into

the tides that push to the foreshore of

an understanding that these feelings 

are an reciprocating engine

remorselessly turning the seed in the

hay fields of the autumn   for springtime 

for tomorrow gestated long and hard

the lessons   on the banging desks the 

aphorisms pen inscribed  deep

the growing realisation that nothing

was nothing all along   that those feelings

are written in the closed clouds of eyes

timed to open as the buds of longing  only 

to be closed in the seed pods once again


just one more time   i ask you 

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