Salim Gold
Stern Measures
Absent you, nothing is worth anything.
Like Hannibal—or Sisyphus—I push
Toward bright peaks of dreams, and discover
Their capture—eked out—is Pyrrhic triumph.
As soon as I seize you—and set quaking
Our conquered, broke-back bed, the calendar
Proves resolute in its dissolution,
And rapidly we relinquish our prize—
Ourselves, until the bed’s a mirage,
And we are wisps—mere skeletons with hearts—
Or like Zombies, who crave Satisfaction,
To glut, glad, but whose guts compass zeroes.
But each breath is a looted treasury,
Save we save some to splurge on each merged kiss.
Salim Gold, your poetry is beautiful and fluid. Every word set me on the isle! I really enjoyed all the poems. I write poetry too. I know beautiful poetry when I see one.