Sadaf Poetry

you pointed to the western horizon. ice blue and awaiting
the gold-yellow stretch to spread across its perfect night
you told me to look into your eyes deep with penetration and i felt them
thickening deadly with wisp electric shocks,
worse than the sun in its fullest blaze
in them i felt the conscience-burn
your eyes, they flickered &flashed into mine
she did not exist in those moments between
the opening&shutting of my lids
but in those closed dark seconds
i felt her in the curse of my wit.
her full womb is the sickness nightmaring me. she is my disease.
i picture it, the morning, my body lust- slain in the sheets
only emptiness beside me
staring into the same sun, fire-orange
which rose before us
as we laid entwined and you whispering
that i was the only one.

Poet: Wendy Geal