Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The First Date


Voice pitched too high
Too urgent in its raucousness
Laughter at unfunny jokes
Eyes bedazzled by lustful witlessness

Careful casualness to ensure
Right distance is maintained
For incidental collisions of arms
The first unhanded touches

Hips swaying, loose
Umbrella held
Mirrored image
Of phallic fantasies

Lust, starved
On phantasmagorical imagery
Is drunk on imagined possibilities
Convinced tonight will be reality

When erect potentials shrivel
And mirrors reflect unflattering light
Will lust, having spilt its seed
Grow into love?

Or will reality shattered
Retreat into cells of
Hands cold touches on

Fading fantasies.

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