Not Lust



Poetry Poker, mixed decks deal: disgust, between, swear, stash, slide.

Not Lust
A silent conversation
and my eyes slide, slide, slide
to the spaces between
all the pieces I’ve seen
of you.

I swear that I know
better than to go
deeper than the skin you show,

but I confuse now and then
the nature of men
to not break the rules but bend

and I stash in my dreams
my silly pride, pride, pride
when I realize your look
I so gravely mistook
was not one of lust
but disgust.

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