Love poem using 3 styles of writing in three different time periods. |
After words (when bodies are at rest) I afterwards - when bodies are at rest, his exciting curves at last still the sweaty heaviness of sex slippery on aching limbs, find a truth in his foolery, in his jests of ‘us’ - the unlikely pairing of impassioned intellect and dry lust. II I’ll barter all I possess, Each hard fought for bastion; give up to him The iron key to my most hidden keep Where I huddle, secure in my control, And the world can’t get in. Oh, yes, I’ll offer him everything, Each jewel in my regalia, to acquire his soul. For such a pearl, so beguiling It transcends me, a fiddling price to pay. He cannot be obtained for less. III Memories spin backwards to our first, and briefest encounter, eyes meeting eyes at the deli board of the grocers in our High Street. His brown, twinkling orbs of promises for a thousand nights and then, always, one more. Oblivious of shopgirls, we fix up a drink. Now, eighteen months are past, we’ve just shared wine at dinner; raise a toast to our unlikely pairing. Now, after dinner strolling through the park, the two of us As a couple. What we paid to be here is as nothing. And after words. The night. D I Harrison 2013 |