John Tustin, 3/11

Heat

You sat in my lap
in that half lit kitchen
and the chewing gum
melted in my mouth.
My eyes faded.
My body stiffened,
struck by lightning.
You goddess,
you mad everlasting,
you unfolding flower,
you smoldering comet,
you loosening corset,
you haunting violin,
you hunted fox,
you hounded genius,
you brilliant sun,
you purple wavering twilight,
you baying moonlight happenstance,
you praying trembling virgin,
you gift from an apologizing Creator.

That was heat,
that was youth,
that was need,
that was then.

But this is now.

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