Don’t go home tonight

Don’t go home tonight

don’t leave this warm circle we built with our skin and bones

I killed an ant earlier and I felt badly

as I had watched it climb up a book and grab on to a little morsel

it has always made me feel remorseful for killing even the smallest creature

I don’t eat flesh for that reason

aside, you, I eat you, feast upon, alive and laughing your deep throated mirth

it never occurred to me one day I would have in my arms

the vibrating surround of a whole woman

the majesty of her glory, how she shifts like light

from somber to ejubilent in the fracture of a moment

women are not easy creatures, to tame a little, or keep satisfied

their minds, their bodies, are compartments of mystery

open the same drawer twice, out comes a different response

I will never understand or fathom, your maze of contradictions

that may be half the pleasure, for we who are simple clay

love the complexity and madness that is your fire

your dimpled skin and reddened throat leaning backward to my entreaty

the sounds you make, when I bring you close

a high keening like joy is just out of focus, a mayfly touching surface

I hold those memories inside me like water

crossing the empty desert of a day without you

night comes and goes as fast as pleasure

resisting my petition to remain static and eternal

if it would just slow and stay, I’d render you speechless in slow movement

the stirring of cream into coffee, languorous and ancient in ritual

until you flung yourself back into enervated ocean

where together we met beneath water and the whole world

was lit from beneath us

my love, asseyez-vous à côté de moi. faire battre mon cœur

stay

stay with me tonight

let us both be lulled into believing

morning does not need to dawn

11 thoughts on “Don’t go home tonight

  1. Reading this makes me miss sex and love–love and sex–pure affection and lust with a woman I adore:

    “I don’t eat flesh for that reason

    aside, you, I eat you, feast upon, alive and laughing your deep throated mirth

    it never occurred to me one day I would have in my arms

    the vibrating surround of a whole woman

    the majesty of her glory, how she shifts like light

    from somber to ejubilent in the fracture of a moment

    women are not easy creatures, to tame a little, or keep satisfied

    their minds, their bodies, are compartments of mystery

    open the same drawer twice, out comes a different response”

    We all have our dreams, though, don’t we? This is a powerful poem, Candice. Nothing is missing.

  2. Beautifully written. Particularly the lines, “open the same drawer twice, out comes a different response / I will never understand or fathom, your maze of contradictions” remind me of something Edith Wharton wrote: “I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes; the drawing room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting room, where the members of the family come and go . . . but beyond that, there are other rooms, the handles of whose doors are never turned; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes.”

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