Jenny
Your desires slide freely along
a rainbow shimmering through
the humming blur of a
dragonfly’s wings hovering
over the water lilies,
floating along the bank,
where her naked footfalls
splash in the cooling spring
among coarse grass blades
stretching to tickle faintly
along her curved white thigh.
Languishing in love
Pulsing in lust
Alive in wonder
Jenny holds you now
your body desires her kiss
your mind feeds on her words.
Escape’s grasp fails
to the sting of nowhere
when
all you have is hers alone.
Your bag of coins jingles the
Wasted sounds of chattel’s
curse.
Your mind and heart,
the cost you feel
concealed with all the rest,
measured in highland peeks
and briny depths of hope,
lost to memory’s void
arriving after and lasting
your squandered eternity
Her love with tender touch
will reach warm fingers
into your chest and caress
what is hers
you will be her one
her only one,
her one true love,
for that moment.
She will cloth your soul
in woven fabric to deceive
your naked hope of eternity.
Later wandering through a desert
of burning sands, each grain
a million memories, skipping
away into your past,
your tears will dry, wasted.
Jenny gave you a taste,
smiled then turned away.
Your mind will languish, vacant,
torn and bleeding from
your hearts path through her
opaque window of whispers,
where loving thorns
lie in flesh filled lines.
.
Jenny can’t see you behind her
when her eyes are fixed on
the heaving bosom of the next,
floating virginal in front of her view
All now is an echo of her
naked footfalls splashing
in the crystals of her crumbs
© Frank McGivney
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