by John Tustin
I see your body laid out on the bed and
It is a fine thing, a work of art -
One bare foot leaning over the edge just so
And I wish in this moment I could be
Younger and not so easily out of breath
But it just happens to be on this desolate today
That your body is laid out on the bed like this,
So largely lovely and so lovingly largely displayed
That it is like contemplating a painting painted by someone
More impressive, expressive, talented and daring than me -
Dumbfounded, I am looking at you from this bottomless well
As you lie above me and beneath me, who is hungry now
For your body largely lovely with hair of fire, eyes of light,
Thighs of depths and your soft belly a cornucopia with all of
Your heaving heaven that lies below me as I am rising above.
About John Tustin:
John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. His first poetry collection is from Cajun Mutt Press is now available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C6W2YZDP .
fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.