Tonight's Poet Corner: Love's Ennui
Love's Ennui
by Belinda Roddie
From my window,
the cotton fog lazes tonight,
blank stare, eyes glazed over,
while you sit in your corner,
sucking honey from the gaps
in your teeth.
The amber is listless
in your glass tonight. Ripple by
ripple, the reservoir is drained.
Your throat is in the throes
of its worst drought. You don't find
it easy to speak.
It is both cold and hot tonight. I
think my memory's finally fading. It's
too late to reset old lust, so I try
to find solace in stickiness instead,
the burning fat throbbing beneath
my dreams, the crisp deterioration
of a past life's ambitions.
by Belinda Roddie
From my window,
the cotton fog lazes tonight,
blank stare, eyes glazed over,
while you sit in your corner,
sucking honey from the gaps
in your teeth.
The amber is listless
in your glass tonight. Ripple by
ripple, the reservoir is drained.
Your throat is in the throes
of its worst drought. You don't find
it easy to speak.
It is both cold and hot tonight. I
think my memory's finally fading. It's
too late to reset old lust, so I try
to find solace in stickiness instead,
the burning fat throbbing beneath
my dreams, the crisp deterioration
of a past life's ambitions.
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