re-creations
November 5, 2018 at 12:45 am 1 comment
re-creations
i think we were drunk
on words, that day
in the meadow: certainly
i’d had no plans to touch
your breast, or recreate
that two-backed, insatiate
beast. (looking at me, afterwards,
you could not disguise
your sadness: i’d not known
you were married.) –passing
you on the street, i find
it difficult to decide whether
to smile or ignore you. some
knowledges cannot but sear,
some touches lend only scars.
have you also
revisited that meadow?
Entry filed under: Ancient Poetry, social psychology. Tags: poetry from voices, recreations.
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samwise davies | November 5, 2018 at 12:46 am
The ‘social psychology’ was definitely deliberately left in.