In Defence of Adultery Poem by Julia Copus

In Defence of Adultery



We don't fall in love: it rises through us
the way that certain music does -
whether a symphony or ballad -
and it is sepia-coloured,
like spilt tea that inches up
the tiny tube-like gaps inside
a cube of sugar lying by a cup.
Yes, love's like that: just when we least
needed or expected it
a part of us dips into it
by chance or mishap and it seeps
through our capillaries, it clings
inside the chambers of the heart.
We're victims, we say: mere vessels,
drinking the vanilla scent
of this one's skin, the lustre
of another's eyes so skilfully
darkened with bistre. And whatever
damage might result we're not
to blame for it: love is an autocrat
and won't be disobeyed.
Sometimes we manage
to convince ourselves of that.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jesus Diaz Llorico 19 October 2016

To quote and whatever damage might result we're not to blame for it. I ask beautiful poetess, where do we go from there, since both parties I'm sure, and agreed that both committed no sin.

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