How ever
could I have slipped
into the well-worn shoe
of comfortability?
How ever
could I have lost
the tingle in my taste
for your you-nique-ness?
How ever
could my heart
lie sleeping safely
in accustomed rhythms of routine
Lulled to
slumber
by conscious efforts
to control and quiet
the steaming inferno
that so nearly ago
was stoked with only
a hint of
your ardor-igniting image?
So yesterday
was it?
that we tumbled
at every chance
into the embrace of
promised trust, acceptance
titillated by refrains of coming
kisses
climaxes
and love thoughts
love talks
How ever
could I have exchanged
the dynamo of our love
for the siren song of respectability,
false modesty
adorning deepened desire to control,
in fear of being lost,
adrift in the flood of passion and
lusty dream-fulfillment
choke-chain
gripping adolescent fantasia
about pusling neck
restraining
retraining
refraining
from pleasure’s caress
Focusing instead on projects
Agenda
flimsy newsprinted stories
of fleeting trivia
How ever
could I have bargained
with eternity to gain
tiny bits of temporality
in a self-swindling
swapmeet?
8.6.87
©Steven B. Eulberg
