Three Tankas on the Lawn Gone to Nick

Primed to meet you, I
was unsure when you left me
you’d come back. You did –
touching my arm to secure
attention reassured me.

Sight of you evoked
feelings I must once have had
of attraction – not,
as I recalled from my case,
enough to persuade consent.

Feelings focussed on
eyelids, oddly: dark, rounded,
full, words suggestive
of the balls beneath, of sex
aesthetically sublimed.


About johnbrucecairns

I'm a retired history teacher who's written for most of his life with a book readied for publication.
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