Mike--In the best of romantic relationships, love and lust are inseparable!! Here is a poem about that. And I, too, loved "Enchanted April", and want to see it again soon.
Sugar
China
From behind he looks like a man
I once loved, that hangdog slouch
to his jeans, a sweater vest, his neck
thick-veined as a horse cock, a halo
of chopped curls.
He orders coffee and searches
his pockets, first in front, then
from behind, a long finger sliding
into the slitted denim like that man
slipped his thumb into me one summer
as we lay after love, our freckled
bodies two plump starfish on the sheets.
Semen leaked and pooled in his palm
as he moved his thumb slowly, not
to excite me, just to affirm
he'd been there.
I have loved other men since, taken
them into my mouth like a warm vowel,
lay beneath them and watched their irises
float like small worlds in their open eyes.
But this man pressed his thumb
toward the tail of my spine
like he was entering
China, or a ripe papaya
so that now, when I think of love
I think of this.
Dorianne Laux |
