Balthusian’s Love Song

I have a number of alter-egos.  Balthusian is one of them.


            Balthusian’s Love Song


You never surfed, or went by freighter;

I never left dripping when I overturned;

We recovered, and thought no more of tulips.


All things are erotic by moonlight;

Our encounter was no surprise, then.

Our bodies were polarized.


When we had finished I let go the blind;

It rattled like a passing train;

We ignored the scenery over breakfast.


I never pressed the shutter, you know.

Of course you do;  I know these things.

If this was a dream, it can recur.


I remember the back seat for gum wrappers.

You come to notice such oddments.

We lay together, ordinary as a carpet.


We died our little deaths so often,

Our lives were measured out in pomegranates.



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