Juice Online Poetry & Art
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 I want to read poetry to a naked woman in the bathrub to help ease the loneliness of this cold San Francisco night. I want her to sing to me in the bedroom, first with her voice and then her hot flesh. I want to trace my hands down her spine leading to her tail bone. This is what I did with the last woman I thought I was in love with. The woman who I thought was a butterfly, but who turned out to be a dragon lady in disguise.

I want to pretend that it's possible to feel love again. Even approaching 72, my body yearns for this, but my mind sends out a red flag more red than a matador's cape. More red than my last lover's panties that for a week after the breakup remained under the left side pillow so that I could pretend she was still there during the hours of early morning when I wake and turn but find only empty air to take hold of. Love is too much like a hurricane, not enough like a sunset falling over the ocean. When it's over, it turns into a faceless shadow stalking your dreams

Being alone has a sort of peaceful tranquility to it. Images of my father smoking alone in the livingroom. A quiet moment away from the constant fighting that resembled a boxing match with no clear winner.

 a.d. winans