Musk

June 29, 2019

 

Even longing has its dusky scent,
a musk of faded yellows, blossoms

once tight bright buds, sun and summer leaning
nonchalant on window sills

or seated at a small round table, a porcelain demitasse
casting blue shadows on white linen,

you walking towards me across, perhaps,
an ancient piazza, stones worn by the hurried feet

of lovers who also dreamed of rushing
into waiting arms.

Janet Lee Butler

familiar musk

May 12, 2018

It was you my mouth remembered, the familiar musk of your sex, its smooth heat, its quick fullness.

Anne K. Smith
Giving Thanks