I knew you best once before -
The self knowing kept me mute;
Remade myself, then, something more:
Your look unmanned me to the root.
Her face intentions thoughts it breeds
Yet hides a love lived merely once;
Revealing long felt wants and deeds:
So much prettier than those other cunts.
Our mouths reside among the wand'ring places -
Where mouthing lips lie where none may rush,
In open secret female spaces
That blush to see that they may blush.
Mind's eye now illuminates a seeming deep
Its misshapen form well becomes the climb;
To veil imperfect a dreamless sleep
That perfectly ages this too soon time.
Copyright © 2010 Frank TALKER. Permission granted to reproduce and distribute it in any format; provided that mention of the author’s Weblog (http://poetryftalker.blogspot.com/) is included: E-mail notification requested. All other rights reserved. Frank TALKER is also the author of Sweaty Socks: A Treatise on the Inevitability of Toe Jam in Hot Weather (East Cheam Press: Groper Books, 1997) and is University of Bullshit Professor Emeritus of Madeupology.
