Their illicit pleasure was consummated.
They rose from the mattress
and quickly dressed without talking.
Separately, secretly, they leave the house; and as
they stride a bit anxiously in the street, it seems
as if they suspect something in them betrays
the kind of bed they lay in a short time ago.
Yet how the artist's life profits.
Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the strong lines
will be written whose beginning was here.
C.P. Cavafy 1921
I would be with you.
ReplyDeleteI would talk to you.
I would watch you run.
I would touch you.
I would touch you in more ways than one.
There would be a whisper
Like the smoothness of silk
touching you flesh. Forever.
It would be me
It would be you.
My eyes are blue.
The brush of the artist would last
forever. Words from Emily would prevail.
Dickinson, Dickinson, Dickinson.
Photo one would be your juice
Photo last, you. Yes! You!
Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts.
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