To be Human- A poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2010
Light spattered dusty boards live with a stretching creak.
Empty sideways glasses glint, rouge stained sediment parched.
While languid creatures wake to day and silence cut by feathered wing,
Inside, human thoughts on dream descend, and swallow breath anew.
Silent stir, searching for clarity, arms entwined from lust lost to slumber.
Mouths dry as blistered earth, bitter taste from sweetness soured,
Awareness veiled by numbing mist, come slowly into focus.
One eye ventures, scans the field, grasping for memory.
Beside, a beauty lies prostrate, unconscious.
Succulent breasts in silhouette, slow descending lines to soft rolling valleys,
Of velvet flesh and comfort abundant, pleasures undeniable.
Her lips, plump and slightly open, still hold the memory of passion.
Without thought, he leans forward, her soft red lips too much to resist.
Brushing her ethereal hair aside, he longingly kisses her deeply.
With one sweeping elbow to the face she turns away, face contorted.
‘Clean your teeth at least,’ she growls, bringing night to an end.