i never was aggressive,

and so she offered first

to ease a bit of hunger,

to slake a bit of thirst

 

but bits turned into larger things,

and body turned to soul,

i only meant to touch in part,

but somehow got

the whole

a moment spent in afterglow:
a daylight held in ration —
of ocean sounds outside the door,
and seagulls’ cold dispassion.

an instant kept in wondering,
of light and darkness mixed —
a moment spent in afterglow,
transfigured and
transfixed

she bade me choose

what she would wear,

each choice was

quite

appealing

 

i will not say

which one i chose

for that is

too

revealing

she checked to see if anyone was looking,

before the choice was made to light the fire;

in days when commonsense was clearly lacking,

and nothing mattered more than pure desire

 

but in that moment, just before she turned,

he truly saw how blazing hot

she burned

a moment spent in redolence,
and agony, and innocence,
that pulls apart our common sense,
and breaks in two our present tense

and joins in one unraveling
a time and distance traveling,
that soon becomes a step of two
an overdo that’s
overdue

a moment’s choice incenting

long feelings held now venting

the samarskite of perfume

developed in the darkroom

 

and after all and during

the warm and whole securing

the focus pure inducing

and seas and waves producing