Yesterday and Tomorrow

back to this place given to me,

into the soft candle lit corners of memory.

taste of pepper and salt and

drinking life from the sky.

seep into the moist furrows my lover and I,

wrapped in leaves, hidden by deep forest mist.

fingers laced to make a fist,

pagans, snuggling spoons,

breathing in vapors from wood, skin and must.

the smell of earth, effort 'n lust.

sex, the only thing that was good

he walked away from rumpled sheets stained with blood

all that was left from his passionate grasp.

I want some of that back, that struggle to merge

to sink helplessly into the urge

feet tucked under harder, rougher flesh

wrapped in strong arms, thighs holding tight.

......contrast......the key to such delight.

one year stacked on top of the other, time accordion pleated;

now anticipation draws it long, incompleted.

awakening with an ache down low

torturous dreams of weight and rocking to 'n fro.

hands smoothing, skin flushed, lips ready for the kiss;

forever leaving a space nature finds amiss.


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Deborah Russell's picture

This is a very well spoken poem. Great expression. Thanks for posting.

eltrue's picture

Beautiful work!! I was totally engrossed in the entire poem from start to finish. Wonderful images and a poet's gift when you can take someone else's perspective right into yours....very good!!....regards......Eric

Grey's picture

hmmm.. methinks we know each other.. I like this one best Karen... 'night... (something about sinking... always kept me floating... now WTF? 'bout u? the kids enough.... at night...alone?)