THIRD AND FINAL PIECE IN A TRILOGY OF POEMS ABOUT THE NATURE OF LOVE
“DESIRE EXPRESSED THROUGH LOVE IS TO KNOW, WITHOUT IS MERELY TO THINK YOU KNOW” Nigel P Smith
You are beautiful,
my conquest, my seduction,
or am I yours, perhaps not beautiful
but just pleasant and bolder than most.
You are beautiful lying naked beside me,
early sun playing part shadow over
the arch of your back, the flare of your hips,
morning cold hardening the peak
of your breasts, your hair lank now,
across you in a gesture of modesty.
I have vivid images of our wanton embrace,
our frantic quest to satiate desire,
to possess each others bodies.
Yet my morning is damp, grey and sullen.
Though no moral judgement is
self proclaimed, I am left empty save the
realisation that our night was nothing,
the pleasure fatuous, an illusion.
I have deceived myself,
such intimacy pales to faintest memory
compared to that known through love.
It is a base function of biology which
without the melding of hearts and souls
will always leave a void,
always be less,
leave me saddened and lost.
You are beautiful
but I want to leave.