Water Pipe

You were so hungry for me - and now,
Now it’s all gone.
I lie here on this sweet wet grass -
And the summer smells wash my face clean of vanity.
The daffodils leave me intoxicated so that I feel somehow , I am not here but in another country.
Venus shines sweetly and brightly because she knows she cannot compare herself to my beauty at this moment, Why..........
Because I am hurting - this solitude and, and - crying this pain of you not here and the course harshness of another woman who has, so abruptly and with false self righteousness filled my place.
Fear and the pain of understanding unfamiliar feelings laden on me, Not mine - never really mine,
I then again in self martyrdom tear my hair out before the water pipe where you tore my clothes off two summers ago when you pierced me on that Black Virgin Night,
All I remember when I gaze up to Venus.
Your hunger, Our passion, and the dread that floats through my soul now as I ask the question…
‘Why was he so hungry?’ And even worse,
‘Is he full now?’

.............Because the loveliest things that i hold dear, which are represented and ongoing - eternal and lovely,
Being given to me beyond human acceptance are gone.
Emptiness............
Went out looking for you one night it got so late found hell’s angel and betrayed you,
Kissed and roved and touched the man,
He took my clothes off with his eyes, i seemed pretty helpless in that moment and then something happened -
You came through him and i made love to you, he became a vessel and ‘I’ was freed,
and in that moment - don’t think i could have ever loved you more.

Night, finished, arrived home so terribly hungry, attracted to energies around me most of the evening, home so hungry for him. - walking down the passageway he followed me in the darkness, jumped out of my skin and fell exhausted into his arms, my soul awakened in anticipation. Delirium! nearly lost myself halfway up the stairs just in the door we fell fucking to a frenzy onto the bed, he came all over me and the bed, semen in showers like drops of potent honey, seemed to fall and drop over me a dome, cape of protection, we tried to sleep, drugged by the potent sweetness, the noise of the traffic became as poison , loves medicine.
He left……