Counting the days till you arrive
in white and black, or cream,
to sweep me up like dust, I dream
in lust, sometimes contrive
my waking hours to pass unkempt
like wild flowers, or sing
the sun to set on everything
except what I exempt:
a you, a woman smooth and cool
to lie beside in wonder
or slide my burning body under,
hardening to a jewel.
If yearning grew from absence, then
bluntly, when most you were missed,
I’d boast my best at having kissed
your lips, your breasts, your cunt,
but my desire’s color blindness
obliterates that past.
I need you here. I need you fast
against me. Now. I’m mindless.
“Bestial Oblivion” appears in John’s latest book of poetry, Have At You Now! from WordTech Communications, and was reviewed here on Burlesque Press last week by Daniel Wallace. Have At You Now! is available for purchase here.