John Montague: Tracks

© by Fadil Latifović - Tito: Skulptura

Tracks

             I

The vast bedroom

a hall of air,

our linked bodies

lying there.

             II

As I turn to kiss

your long, black

hair, small breasts,

heat flares from

your fragrant skin,

your eyes widen as

deeper, more certain

and often, I enter

to search possession

of where your being

hides in flesh.

              III

Behind our eyelids

a landscape opens,

a violet horizon

pilgrims labour across,

a sky of colours

that change, explode

a fantail of stars

the mental lightning

of sex illuminating

the walls of the skull;

a floating pleasure dome.

John Montague

© by Fadil Latifović - Tito: Skulptura