Always the baby

Never the wife.
That body love
must be expressible
not evaporated by
the dehydrator phrase,
“this is such and such who I love”
All sincerity and well of feeling
turned to the desert
where we all wish the beloved
bold enough to talk of it
would turn toe, incinerate and dustfly.

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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