Warehouses, Love and Other Stray Thoughts

the weather getting cooler, and
a tangle on her mind,
we met down at the waterfront,
as both were so inclined

we wrapped up in concupiscence,
amid the crates and dust:
as ashes turn to ashes and
stray thoughts turned into lust

we wrestled with our consciences,
each other, and the day;
then readdressed ourselves
so we could each go on our way

she looked at me appraisingly.
then suddenly, she said,
“one day, instead of tarpaulin,
  we ought to use a bed”

but that, indeed, we never did.
we’d loved as best we could:
mid crates of disillusionment
and smells of grime
and wood

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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