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an almost affection
by Bob ArcaniaThis is not so much about the specifics,
but it is in the way your tongue rolls
into that almost perfect O. Almost.
And I never said I loved you because
it was always an almost affection
that I could never fit my tongue fully about.
I said I loved the way your hair dirtied
beneath my searching fingers and how
the space between your ribs and your hips
caved and my elbow fit perfectly.
We came our love and were spent like empty vases.
I never loved you further than this, or
nearer than this. In the morning, I watched
the dust roar against the tiny hairs on your face
and knew it was all dead skin and we
would all be dead before too many mornings.
I brushed these musings from your cheek
and you mistook this for a depth of longing. 05/25/2007 Posted on 05/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Bob Arcania
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/25/07 at 10:20 PM Great use of form and structure in this. I especially like the way the first stanza moves. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/28/07 at 08:27 PM This poem says to me that expressing lust without love ends in futility. Sad because both get hurt in some significant way.
Very effective description without getting explicit. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 05/29/07 at 11:03 PM superb. it's almost sexual but so much more. i admire how close you allow your reader, it's an intimacy that goes beyond the intimate... great work. |
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