If you had come
That night, there might have been delight
On my part.
But old time runs
And I find women of your kind
Leave no broken heart
When they depart.
Though I have sometimes been left bereft
When fun is done
For my clock
Must stop, and I return to dust.
Yet still I find
My man’s mind
Is full of lust.
Behind all lust
Lurks fear of dust.
For in war
Children and hate proliferate.
I have boldly said
Come to bed
And explored in lust
A stranger’s bust.
Wrapped in the charms
Of warm arms
I have let go.
But I know
That behind all lust
Lurks cold and dust.
Lonely men
Engage in deals
With women in heels
Who dance through dust.
And the dance,
As all dances must
Ends in dust.
But, perchance
Some men dance
For fear of dust.
Sometimes the tide of lust
Sweeps my sense away.
But on this windswept day
I know my lust
Is but leaves and dust.
Now I’ve passed the half century mark
And the dark
Of night no longer hides from sight,
A girl’s hand
Laid on my arm
And the charm
Of her dark hair
Can still command
My poet’s heart and art.
All you said,
Was “take care”,
But your long black hair
And open heart
Brought the thought of bed
Where no lover does grace
The vacant space.
I am not indifferent to the charms
Of a young woman’s arms.
So when your arm wound around me
Of course I was flattered
For you are much younger than me.
I have had dreams shattered
So will believe that it was merely
Out of friendly regard
That your youthful arm
Wound around me.
In the churchyard
On my way home alone
I passed by cold stones
And contrasted their charms
With your warm arms.
Lust is like the ocean.
It’s tide carries us away.
Yet, unlike the great ocean,
Our lusts turn to clay.
When old men
Lust
After young women.
You will find
Dust,
And sinning
On their mind.
Some women
I see in shoes
Caked in mud.
Such women
Are good.
So why do I choose
Those in high-heels,
Who flirt
But know not the noble dirt
Of fields?
When a girl’s perfume
Fills the room
It is easy to pretend
My friend
That we do not yield
To the good mud
Of the fields,
In the end.
K Morris - Poet 