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Lust for the past
Oh God, I could love her now,
Gone these ten years and yet,
I could love her right now in this
Street, up this alley, in this park,
All the places where we used to
Love when we were young.
She wore the most convenient
Styles. Everything easy to undo,
Unbutton, slide down, hitch up. How
Did I lose this gorgeous spirit of life?
This carnal joy, this bedrock of my
Very being, my friend, my soulmate,
I thought myself all grown-up and yet,
Underneath I was a child, blind, stupid,
Eager to move on to pastures new.
I didn't see love for what it is, but what
I thought it was, and when I look back,
I can see that I swapped gold dust
Now my refuge is poetry, that gentle place
Where all words are make-believe, and
Every utterance a fantasy, except for the
Fact, that the depth of detail is a little too
Close to truth, the pain a little too palpable,
And the tale a little too rich to silence the
Cry of a broken heart.
© Joseph G Dawson