SHUTTERED DESIRE

 

 

SHUTTERED DESIRE

Look harder into the darkened corridor

after the shutters have gone down,  

ignore the clipped clatter of slats slapped

shut with peremptory indifference;  

blurred shadows should start jumping

through them as lingering sunrays  

slither like paper-thin serpents flapping

languidly with the stale air. I am there. 

How else will my lost carrion incarnate

except through the quiver of hungry loins  

trembling achingly through cold nights

when your frenzied fight with the pillows  

and caressing flannel become urgent noise

echoing unsatedly needy behind shutters. 

--- Albert B. Casuga