Villanelle of Desire
To find myself alone like a whore!
That last summer of our life together
You tiptoed across the bedroom floor.
In warm earth burrows we planted sycamore
Trees, imagining our love without measure---
To find myself alone like a whore.
Under blooming limbs we wanted more
Of the other. Towards me for pleasure
You tiptoed across the bedroom floor.
"Take me in your belly!" you did roar
As if you were weightless and needed a tether
To find my self. Alone like a whore
Carefully I woke to see and deplore
My phantom roots, strengthened by whether
You tiptoed across the bedroom floor---
Tripping a glass, spilling water then leaving shore
And me. Ah! Boa or no, I am light as a feather.
You tiptoed across the bedroom floor.
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