Again
By The Walrus
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© 2011 David Jasmin-Green.
I bestow upon you a precious name,
a name to use only on this occasion
in this special place,
an oasis in the wilderness
that's spread between me and thee
in the difficult years between then and now.
Cherish it, my sweet, though pause to reflect
that I'm not as pink and innocent as you think.
Can you not see the firelight reflected in my eyes
flickering like the fire in a snake's eyes?
I can't study you as casually as before,
because the chance is slim, the clock is strong
and I have to have you one more time
before we part.
Beautiful beneath my fingers your hair
smells of perfume and sweat and stale cigarettes.
Beneath my wild, wandering hands it moves
like serpents underwater,
but you cannot petrify my carnal wrath.
Your eyes are wide and wanting, pretending to be cold
as if you call all the shots, but you know as well as I do
that it isn't so.
Full of shadows and surprises,
you turn away and seek excuses
in the dying embers of the fire and the empty bottles
scattered across the floor.
In a fluster you try to call a taxi,
but you're all fingers and thumbs
just like the fateful night we met.
All of a sudden your phone is a mystery to you,
so you lie back and giggle nervously instead.
My hand creeps onto your shoulder like a lion's paw
upon the flank of a delicate antelope.
Don't worry, love, I won't bite you.
Not too hard, anyway.
For a moment I feel guilty, but it soon passes.
Let's stop playing games now, Poppet.
How much longer are you going to deny me
your moist secret?
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