Monday, July 16, 2012

(A Conversation with a Man)

MORALITY IN THE BACKWOODS

Traversing on sheets of morality
blazing with uncertainty and distraction,
she is blinded with affection
as he guides her intention -


I get it now.  Bit slow out here in the backwoods.

He may sleep next to her skin,
breathing repair into his routine
but in the morning when cologne is his exit,
she hears him say years down the road,


Used to PLAY AROUND A LOT.
 
She ingests the dust of his scent,
he continues –


Very seldom invite them into my life,
They usually do it themselves.

She remembers she left first
after he found work and they were
bad timing and boundaries-
 
No respect for boundaries.

Stealing calicoes and unpredictable forbidden territory,
she smiles into herself –

Anyways, this one’s movin on.

He is as permanent as his sweat;
as misleading as his smell
and as unforgettable as his behaviour.
{a.currie}
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