Songs for the sexually incurable (part two)

by Tim Cunningham

Posted to Poetry on 2002-02-15 08:44:00

4)

Walls and parasites
filter the air inside
common sofa stands durty
on tiles of grey vomit
we wear our crown,
self-seduction,
with a touch of pride
exclamating superiority

But I admit, it is true
I feel guilty every time I do

5)

Enrolled in the sheets
with a fury in my eye
soft moans and harsh symbols

spread around the floor

You are my mistress
secret and perfect,
nothing more to say

I adore you

6)

The sun created two shadows that day
yours and mine
each sticking out of the sofa

You…black velvet locks
eyes keen to surprise
no malice, no attempt

A breeze touched the outside of the window
glass shivered, and it wrinkled the shades
I saw myself in your arms
kissing, promising eternity
my blood leaping into you
committing,
finally,
this ideal moment

The air calmed down, so did the glass

I…afraid to ask
sweating and uttering
shallow words
and common nonsense

In this room of light
the shadows separated each other
…how long this dreary hour?