When we are done
and the tether is again released…
When our words are silent
but still full-meter in my heart…
When you are gone,
but the flush on my face lingers…
I swear I could open my mouth
and birds in red regalia would emerge…..I am so consumed with you.
And then so empty.
This ever flow and ebb ebb ebb —
ever climax and release —
is it romance, or reason prostrate desire?
Intesi ch’a così fatto tormento
enno dannati i peccator carnali,
che la ragion sommettono al talento.
Dante’s Inferno, 5.37-5.39
WORDS: ©2014, Jen Payne
IMAGE: Detail, The Garden of Earthly Delight, Hieronymus Bosch