Divorce Poem by rich soos

my touch is not random
I can't quite forget
the movement of your lips

there is a reason to plunge into life
I am losing time playing at this altitude

back to your earthiness
I draw spanish words of your mouth
desnudo romantico
trembling against your delicate fruit

I embrace the unreachable silence
and use the rhythm of your woman joys
to keep losing time drinking at this altitude

I dance with your swollen selfishness
translate my music for no apparent reason
and watch our hearts come as close as they dare

my touch has not outgrown you
and your nipples still firm at my touch

I wish I was close enough to claim innocence
of your slightly opened thighs
I taste lost time breathing at this altitude

we can't greet us any longer
our eternal ocean has found
more than music composed on secluded beaches

my poetry is used to living alone
my limitations are not

from Patient Rains And Petals (1981)