Poem-A-Day

Lust

by Elaine Kenyon

in my intention

I drive to Salem

knock on your door

let myself in

we contemplate, meditate

on the wonderment of words

their dance, delight and design

the cat purring perched and listening

you say why you liked my poems

I wrote as I read your Green Midnight

I am humbled by your sentiment

I tell you I am easily carried to comfort

with each line of your poetry

I am drawn to you 

this is not lust

this is affection

adoration

I did not take that drive

and now

there’s nothing 

but a carcass to caress

lines and curves on the page

to trace

I am emptied

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Elaine Kenyon is the host of the 2nd Wednesday Poetry Night at the Schuylerville Public Library. She enjoys reading and listening to poetry at local open mics. She currently tutors children with dyslexia and is the owner of Olde Saratoga Literacy and Learning, LLC.

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