Generic love


He gazes into her brown
Her blue
Her grey
Her green
Her hazel eyes
Sensing the whisper
stirring deep within.

He gently strokes her warm
Her cold
Her dark
Her gold
Her ivory skin
Then tastes her trembling
lips, which gently part.

Seeking comfort, he falters;
In the embrace of her long
Her round
Her strong
Her full
Her slender thighs
Demands of her that
She should say she’s his.

 Then she is gone.
She slipped away
And took the moment’s
solace
Leaving him locked
in the stale scent of
solitude.

(2002; edited 2020)

 © Cate Kimberley and Word and Affect, 2012.

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