Final Edit
“Supposing Roses” is finally done—
each blossom hacked and thorn shellacked.
What had grown lovely in my release from loneliness
is now packed back into perfected sonnets
—raw squares that define and defile.
Artifice filled out the feeling a kiss first insisted.
I gussied up the ghost with dresses,
rhetoric’s high fashions, and, after,
stripped the pickings at my sex’s insistence.
Naked and dated she lay there like a final draft.
None of her winsome tussle was left in her.
Inert and silent, she awaits a reader,
the dazzling sequins of approbation,
the instructor’s star or apt remark,
tender repeat of touch and tongue.
Her backside’s bare and brazen as an existentialist.
What words she uses are more music than meaning.
I lay beside her loosely—mute, inutile.
Finished the poetry collect "Supposing Roses." It is available at http://www.gregglory.com/supposingroses.
In other news, working on the mostly political collection "Black Champagne."
12/19/05
