Enclosure
The contrivance
of the door—square
and blind—and behind
the door the air
of office or lodgings
take a view of desire
and turn it into order,
which is so bitter
a house.
Poems on the topic: desire
Poems on the topic “desire” on Poets.by.
Blazon
To her leg in lace
her rings
her after-play
her heat
her full pear
her lost temple
her art
I see my way.
Torn
From wife to mistress
I live on wit, gaudy but poor.
Intending to see my wife, I was not I
but a moth to the sun:
I burn, taking my pleasure
in the morning pain.
Accounting
To a hen finch I give an account of the accounts of desire.
Night rain, thunder and lightning. I hear a man in pain.
I write to all places that have no heart.
Fir Tree
The fir is never seen in draft
but among the greatest company.
I turn to her
and find in a garden
the desire to be quiet as a bride.
Birthday of Desire
The birthday of desire.
My wife offered me a true horse
and I had great pleasure in riding:
a house built high with two sticks,
a bonfire of guns.
We go off for the same joy
and return for trouble.
Proverbial (14)
A heart put in a closet
is a loss of great concern,
but a heart in the prison of sex
will find too little to grieve for.
Ruin is our ointment.
The other is a match to any pain.
Victuals
My mind the victualer
counts my desires—
my wife at dinner
and days full of talk,
my affairs,
my colored suit.
News of our losses.
Goth
going to burn
in the burnyard
a dog would save me
worse than my last
night’s mouth
the corn-ordinary world I scorn
being infinite as
my desire of seeing
in and with the night
* * *
Afterwards, the air came cheap,
new wants sleeping at the breast.
Grandmothers in the bush for a good time,
the post-it note read.
Anatomy
all the anatomy of the body out of sight
to the kiss the press the every
desire singing
but like people knowing the true God
we imagine a whole world absurdly set down
in our room
Perfection
Tugging at our minds,
Always an arms length away.
Waiting, lingering...
Invading our thoughts,
Clouding our minds.
Obscuring, repelling...
Beckons us closer,
But steps backwards.
Deceiving, conniving...
Steps right up to us,
Then disappears.
Gone, forever...
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