Sometimes the tide of lust
Sweeps my sense away.
But on this windswept day
I know my lust
Is but leaves and dust.
Sometimes the tide of lust
Sweeps my sense away.
But on this windswept day
I know my lust
Is but leaves and dust.
You and I
Said goodbye
For a little time.
I walk through
Fallen leaves
And compose a rhyme
To Eve
And Paradise Lost.
I have felt the bitter cold
And thought of sinning
With young women
And of how I grow old.
I have heard the clock tick
And heels click
In the late evening
And engaged in couplings and leavings.
I have considered right and wrong
And fought the fire
Of my desire
But my lust was very strong.
I have pondered on old rakes
And the mistakes
Of my flawed humanity .
And sometimes I see
The Grim Reaper coming for me.
(Doubtless I have been influenced by poets much greater than I in the composition of the above poem).
I heard no birds
In the winter churchyard.
It was just
The cold sky
The tombs
And I
On a darkening afternoon.
You in just
Your heels.
Me and my lust.
Sometimes it feels
Like love.
But I won’t lie
And go with your pretend
That I am your friend.
We have known each other
A long time.
I buy dinner and wine
Then we go back
Like 2 lovers
To my bachelor flat
Where we pretend
At lovers and friends.
Next day we chat
Of this and that
Over hot tea.
You smoke a cigarette.
Then leave me
With my regret
And thoughts of how
I am growing old.
In the dark park
A myriad leaves
Whirl in autumn’s breeze.
And optimists stress
The inevitability of progress.
But these fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
I will close my curtain
And shut out the night.
But it is certain
That light
And dark
Will continue their fight
In my so human heart,
Until light and dark
Are swallowed by night.
On a cold autumn day
I find that time
Has stopped. But my clock
May be wound today.
Yet, one day
I will not
Know the day or time.
She will wear heels for me.
I will have fun
And when I am done
Thoughts of the setting sun
And of eternal dust
Will come to cool my lust.
After their labours
They kissed him goodbye.
And his neighbours
Asked themselves why
2 young women laboured
Then kissed age goodbye.