Modern Love Lxxx (Lean Into Heat) - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta
Desire awoke with desire in mind.
A body rife with unexpected aches,
desiring to be touched;
leaning into longing for earlier days,
those good first weeks of memory.
Desire- nine part fantasy, one part
memory, reaches back into infinity;
before light was created, darkness
when desire was not even a word,
with spelling or meaning known;
for that kiss not even a breath
from your plum mouth escaped
like an infant’s cry for dreams.
Instead a long stretch of emptiness,
a dusty Worthington cornfield path;
which no one and nothing shall heal;
as a long gray fall darkens new days.
The crease of angst at your absence,
the evening stark in its bleak futility;
remember your eyes open at the sting
of leaving, lips parted, lights leaping
fire-red into the hush of Manhattan.
A broken glass image in Zen mind;
in the morning, whey, rice dreams
of strawberries, bananas and kiwi;
flying place mats carried by fall winds,
burning a yellow-red on swaying oaks.
Later, against the darkened sky, stars
disrobe for bed, radiant as a new love.
Remembrance of your naked breasts;
the moon's sliver curved, my arched
back’s desire to lean into heat of you,
to feel your scent against my bones
your tenderness in this heart of stone.
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