Break Up Sex
We shed our misgivings fast
free of all the butting heads,
past flying fur and iron filings
the lick and stick of spiderwebs,
trademark feathers of done days.
Knocking boots on the doorstep
before awkward fairy moans we
gust and swoop like crop dusters
all skin hunger and horror show
squeals that only dogs can hear
peaking past better judgement ’til
the blur and smoke has cleared
the bedposts between the gods,
we share a never again cigarette,
an oath and a squeak of the gate.
Lindsay McLeod lives on the Australian coast where he is herded daily by his Blue Heeler, Mary. His poetry can be found online easily and appears most recently in EPHEMERAL ELEGIES, HOOLET’S NOOK, WAILING AND GNASHING and AS IT OUGHT TO BE.
