When we made love the first time,
I was under a spell.
I thought the magical vagina
would transport me
to a kinder—
more gentle—world.
Some lessons come
with concrete
and empty pockets.
Conversations with ducks
and feral cats
down by the river.
That ass, those breasts—pure sorcery.
I remember lying under the bridge,
dirty and drunk.
I remember walking the streets, 2 a.m.,
broke as a goldfish
floating in a bowl.
I remember stealing bottles of vodka
from the neighborhood grocery store,
sick and shaking,
puking
the moment I got out the door.
Because that poison—
in the tragic dichotomy—
kept me alive
for the time being.
The heart is such a tender bird.
It ceases flight
when it worships the wrong thing—
sometimes sooner, sometimes later—
but always.
Now I understand.
Now it dawns on me
like gentle rain
walking to the eighth hole
on the long fairway.
God isn’t an orgasm.
Some fragile minds
will worship anything.
But I get it.
It was the ass.
Always that ass.
That ass convinced me
to rub it for luck,
like a lantern
hoping a genie
would appear.
It must have been something to behold. Nice piece, Thomas.
Thank you.
Brilliantly penned, Thomas. Excellent storytelling my friend, I really dig the layers in your work my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my friend.
Stirring stuff, Thomas! I felt I was there with you, with her, with her ass – knowing how tremendously realistic your delicious poetic fantasies tend to become mid-verse… it’s probably just as well that I wasn’t! Harriet-Jacqui xx
Thank you. You’re the best.
So great Thomas. Nice work!
Thank you.
The flesh offers as many charms as does the bottle, Thomas, and pulls us through desperate times like nothing else: a respite and a jail, both with sweet, slick memories that can sustain as well as strangle life. Well written and remembered.
Thanks, my friemd.
I live how you brilliantly rounded this out – starting with the ass, and finishing with the ass. The darker, harsher, more gritty memories walking between the reminiscence of that ass. It teases with questions but in the kind of way that stirs the mind rather than leaving dissatisfied. Always that ass…
lol Thanks