Cassiopea - Poem by John. Hall
It took only a moment for my destruction.
A moment one morning when the sun
Was enshrined in mist and I stood for an instant
Watching a train pull into the station belatedly.
As the wheels squealed into silence she came
Glanced in a shaft of light most silverly in grace
Her faced turned sideways to me and in that frozen
Instant of recognition I found myself lost in her beauty
Caught in the perfection of the line of her face her hair
The slim waist topped by breast and shoulders
Swung in harmony body stretched and relaxed as
She came towards me still.
I drunk in the highlights of the tips of her body, the roundness
Of the flesh exposed to the mornings warmth and the smile
Wicked and at the same time innocent stretching lips and cheeks
And eyes - most devilish in their confection of softness
Begging to be kissed and her cheeks caressed.
I was for a moment transported in my mind to a secret place
Where she lifted my hands and let them seek their way
As clothes were unhooked, discarded, removed and made invisible
Until there was nothing between us but the air and our timidity.
Then her eyes invited me and her lips tempted me and I gave - -
The crash of the train door jarred me back to paleness of the morning
I caught the faint perfume of her flesh as she passed me oblivious
To my hunger and my presence, complete and self contained in her
Thoughts her body sanguine and relaxed supple animal strong.
Can anyone I thought, cause such destruction and be innocent of its cause.
Has she who captured my soul for an instant and made me slave to her
Every whim passed by unconscious unaware of what she has done to him
Who can do nothing but worship her in memory
And wish for what might have been.
The human animal is a strange and instant beast battered and bleeding
From the cuts and bruises of the crimson beads of time
Yet fortunate that our minds do bring a covering to heal the wounds
And forget the tearing brutish hurts that one foolish instant of time
May bring hurtling us to our destruction in a instant - caught in devastation.
The intensity of the moment is gone now frayed by the passing memory
Although the vision still assaults my senses it is now coloured by other days
And other pleasures that live inside and play
With toys in the sandbox of time.
Yet within me still is that secret place that we populate together
Children of a fading fantasy, innocent of hurt and envy without the need
To fight or feed the frenzy of our strange and purple filled existence
Where we strive to live our dreams and overcome our fears, starvations
And deprivation of the spirit.
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