If You Should Catch Me... - Poem by John Tansey
If you should catch me,
in the act of being kind to myself,
Crossing my arms,
in effort to caress.
Or brushing my hair, taking pleasure
like a child of five might recall of his mother;
Or tenderly touching the shoulder of him.
If I primp or preen my feathers,
place a hand on my thigh,
or the like of a sensual spot,
Or resting, with wrist to cheek,
so as to think, she is there:
My lost love, lying, once again, beside me!
Eventually, I will take advantage,
indulging in some erotic act;
Though it might apply pressure to the wound,
at end, it is anticlimactic:
A letdown, pleasurable for a moment,
but a lie to myself, for I am still here, alone…
And without her!
If this confession should disgust,
repulse, or insult your pious religion.
Do not condemn me for the ghost
of a lover I long to lie with:
The ordeal of an Ideal
I, simply, cannot get over!
She is become flawless, now, in my thoughts,
than ever she was when around me.
For, I have placed her on a plinth,
made Goddess of her.
I have Sanctified the Church of her in my heart
And hope, if she should come,
that she will look, know, then go, leaving it alone…
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