Back Up Next

 

Delilah's Poetry and other Joys

 

 

Back
Home
Up
Next

 

 

 

Guest Book

Comment on the poems, about the site in general or just say "hello". Click the inkwell to write in my guest book.


 

 

Return to list of titles


 

 

The Last Sense

This deprivation is a newly borne thing,
the slow removal of the most basic
of my possessions, a reversal
of the embryonic unfolding
graced with the power I
surrender now, touch by moment.

Sight silked over, an elegant
industrious darkness, indigo
with silver threads, the anti-
light years, as though
the constellations alter
and rush closer, as we are.

Next circumferential wrist
restriction, the binding permission,
passport.  This will be
a new country, silent muffled
by the column of your thigh
against one ear.  My nose

softly pressed against
the curved socket of bone
under flesh, my mouth
on flesh, around, entire
to taste at last
the only sense.

~ Delilah Riordan, 2 June, 2000

Return to top
 

 
Find poetry at AmazonIn Association with Amazon.com
Click to find more inspiration at Amazon

Home | My poetry | About Me | Guest Writers | Quotations | Favourites | My Guest Book

To comment on or report problems with this site e-mail my
Entire contents Copyright 1998-2008 Delilah Riordan and others. All rights reserved.
(Site last updated 08 December, 2008)

FREE trial
FREE download
End spam and make
your e-mail safe and
secure. Try now.