Today I found
Your cock, still tucked
In the sleeve of my summer kimono.
The season is turning:
Time to replace the flight of dragonflies
With a shower of golden maple leaves.
Time to accept
That the summer sun
Has grown mild and indifferent.
I’ll nestle you
In a beautiful lacquer box
And bury my desire under the mango tree.
Sweet and sad.
Next year’s summer fruit
Will surely taste like you.
Inspired by the film “Ai No Corrida“
I like.
Beautiful. Really lovely. I particularly like the figurative burial of desire under the mango tree – such a rich image. I think this works without knowing the reference to the film (I didn’t), although a quick read of the wiki link added to my reading. I like that this poem works on both a literal and metaphoric level.
I am also reminded of “Divestiture” and find myself longing for that story again. Through it, I discovered your work and my darker yearnings. Hard to believe that was five years ago. Any chance of revisiting it?
RG, perfect for a bright Autumn morning, thank you.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
So very beautiful that I can say nothing more.
o.g.