BROADSHEET #7 DESIRE RETURNS FOR A VISIT

Previously published by Binge Press.

Photo by the poet.

Poem by Sandra de Helen

DESIRE RETURNS FOR A VISIT

 

Desire lies dormant like bulbs

under a mantle of winter

waiting only for spring to

awaken her. It isn’t spring that

rings. It is the sound of your

voice after a new haircut, a

laugh as you remind me of

bristles awaiting my hand at

your collar. Or a waft of your

fresh soap smell as you exit

the shower, your towel barely

stretched across the expanse

of your breasts, your curly

vee exposed to my wandering

eyes, as I drop my own clothes

in a heap at your damp feet

and dash into the water to

ready  myself for your

attentions. Desire is wide

awake in my hands, my

mouth, my own breasts

and limbs as they tingle

with sure knowledge of

what lies ahead. No dark

mystery awaits us only

joyful delights in coming

home to play.

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