you said
the seat of sexuality is the mind
a sensuous thought writhes through my mind
wanting
wanting you
i arch and collapse with a ragged sigh
complete
though i know not who you are
what pleases you
if you could please me
once upon a time never was
guarded so guarded
from the lies
don't let her know
they only want to trap you
don't let him know
you already know how to love and let go
games and lies
lust and so much pretense
the ripening desire was as sweet
as the fruit
 
 

prodigal daughter inquiries

i asked of you once
in that small town
a lifetime ago
the night before
i boarded the train
and rode out of town
to my own future
and met stares of dismay
from small town small mind
he's married now
and so you were
and that meant
in their world
i should not ask after you
or wish you well
such a wanton woman
to wish an old lover well