she leaves
panties under the
pillow, no
notches on the bed-
post, no clawmarks
across the back
of his-
tory; her story (just)
another scar between the lips
of now & never, her
perfume leftover
in the bathroom
mirror, her shape
imprinted in cotton-
sheeted (im)possibilities.
the tenth muse 
missed “lust poem no.1”
was it the wind up
or the pitch that escaped me?
and if I was really there
would they call me “voyeur”?
better that I back out
and tiptoe across the room
there at the front window
an unperturbed kitty
lazily licking
the fur on her forearms
her jaws reflexively
chittering at the sight
of small birds scampering
on the front porch
nice, Tiger! 🙂
Sensual, deep, thought-provoking, fascinating in image and architecture. In other words.. Wow!
Just fabulous, Joanna! xo ~ J
thanks, Joe! 🙂
Lust- full indeed! I love the cotton possibilities/ better than impossibilities/ …
🙂
notches on the bed post (?) My, my, my. That made even me blush.
what, Carl? you, blush! i don’t believe it. 🙂
Well done. The breaks are perfect. There is a warmth to the melancholy.
thanks, Carl. “warmth to the melancholy.” Yeah. I like that.
very nice imagery. and love the uncertain punctuation/rhythms. made me nervous actually. a good nervous. butterflies in the belly kinda nervous.
that’s the best kind of nervous, methinks.
Seemed to ring familiar. Lust is such an open topic of concern that I could hardly have been more surprised to wake up with 6 fingers on each hand! Amazing flow of ideas; one small question; Where does rejection fit into lust. Seeing as the two are hand in hand most of the time (at least in my experience) I found the poem to be very…. hopeful. Seemed to differ from other poems of yours in the conception of people in lust based interaction/relationships. Does that make any sense? Beautiful poem. There is something very evocative & subtle in your work. If I could steal it, I would hahahaha!
TA
Dear TA, 🙂
who said anything about rejection? it’s all tied up in insecurity, which in itself is inextricably wound up with desire in both its frustration and gratification. i like that you found this hopeful. i kept the ending decidedly ambiguous just for the possibility of that interpretation. 🙂
peace,
j.