After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies- those
they had willingly displayed- but a frail
endeavour to apologise.
Later, though, drawn together by
a distaste for such 'untidy ends'
they agreed to meet again; whereupon
they giggled, reminisced, held hands
as though what they had made was love-
and not that happier outcome- friends.
The first line is the most intriguing one of all: After they had not made love It makes one wonder: Why not?
a brilliant poetic insight into an intimate illusion, prevalent as prose subject, so more precious here. Thanks PH.
not shyness for their bodies- those they had willingly displayed- but a frail endeavour to apologise. very fine poem. tony
A beautifully envisioned thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
shows how poetry is the clothing in words of an important idea. MM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want to read more of this woman's insightful, truthful, and quirky poetry. Top notch,