NUDE SKETCH – 47
It was the feel of the flexibility of her flesh
(Sorry, sometimes i can’t avoid alliteration’s mesh,
But i’m no fish that, hooked on it, keeps looking for a fix),
A feel to be felt through all its defenses (three? or six?
He couldn’t conduct an indecent count) of various
Textures of synthetic fabric we needn’t here discuss
(Since we don’t want you, reader, to grind your teeth or cuss
Over how long it’s taking to get our boy off the bus)
– Anyway, it was the lady’s gelatinosity
(Call it that, for want of a subtler word)
SKETCH – 48
Shocked into staggering, and almost tippling like a drunk,
Winterkiss looked over his shoulder (ah, at last the monk
Has come down from Overview Mountain) only to see her
– In all her magpie pride, so clear despite his vision’s blur –
To see her glancing back at him, her shoulders tight, her mouth
A dark-red turned-down sneer (belying all the beauty south
Of the rule of its scorn)
– 49
This was both distressing and comforting for Winterkiss:
Though The Lover by Tarot-type, he feared the artifice
Which love and falling in and staying with the thing entailed.
Once he had ‘loved’ a girl, Jane, so much, he ended up jailed
For beating up a guy who had asked her for her address:
Raimonde pummeled the boy’s face into a frightening mess.
– 50
Why, even as he had been battering that boy’s eyes with
His bruised knuckles the agents of his supposedly blind
Jealous rage, he had, he remembered, felt sorry for him,
– And himself, sorry his eyes were growing even more dim
Than they already were, with the sweat of an anger too
Crass to be entertained, yet acted out – by someone who
Thought himself free of infantile jealousy spawned by lust –
As his Jane screamed to her Tarzan to stop!, the guy was just
A boy who had offered to buy her a drink, jesus chrust!
– She whom Raimonde felt grateful to for her having enticed
His right-royal arrogant ass off its rational throne,
Bless her illogical jugs
(from *fatima solagua arterra’s nudes* by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 