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

Clothes. 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

My lover

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

For sand

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