Storm Clouds
for L.M.M.

utterly unbearable desires
go through me, assail me,
sweep over me
in response to sweet memories

something you did today
moving about my living room/studio
telling stories, relating tales
dramatizing, laughing
your two arms raised

maybe it was my books in heaps
between us which stopped me

I felt urged, I felt invited,
I wanted to make my way to you swiftly
and spontaneously
throw my arms about your middle
throw you down and have you

I was unbearably hungry for you
for half a minute or for a quarter of one

sheep come to mind
how it was automatic
when I was strong enough
and tall enough
and knew the technique
well enough
to know which leg to grab
to have a sheep upon it back
in one motion, in one second

after which, rope would be
wound around four legs, held together

after getting you down
I'd have wanted
to tear your legs apart
unless you lifted them, opened them
like you've done a thousand times
or more but, of late,
not for a long time

I get along fine
except for that unbearable moment
earlier this evening
when I wanted to manhandle you gently
but not too gently

I was determined for that half second
to get up your street, however hilly,
I was determined
to climb it to its summit

once I got my arms about you
surrender is all the choice I'd have given you

when my dark dick, my hard cock
was in you, one wrestling match
would have been over
another would have commenced

our mutual wrestle
with unbearable sweetness

but sex between us
is over and done with
we've both gone around a bend
unable to look back or see back
except for that one half minutes
I saw the woman I used to love
saw why we had been lover all those years
saw why it is we've had children

locked in bed, too impatient to wait
to be locked in marriage, too impatient
for wedlock


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
7:12 p.m. 4/11/07