Drawing by Judith Wolfe

G. J. Melling /

Poem



      Game to Love

      1
      Courting

      We start love-
      all.
            However it's served,
      the fault
      begins beyond
      the baseline.

      2
      Theory

      Face value
      countenanced
      in a wink -
      a smile bartered
      for a wrinkle
      in the cornea
      of an eye.

      Seeing
      in the dark
      who goes there
      knows where to go
      and how to mask
      the raid.

      3
      middle distance

      A siteless place.
      The bimbo's limbo,
      here to the rear.

      Ahead - unheard -
      a woman who laughs

      like churchbells.

      4
      fanciful

      Fancy that.

      Fancy mere
      chatter

      & coffee (in
      fancy cups)

      tickling a throat
      & a fancy

      like that.

      Cups empty
      & fancy
      full.

      5
      stress fracture

      All along her fault
      line, moving
      earth
      Aftershock
      (quake
      as a flash)
      the broken man
      portends
      a broken
      art.

      6
      breeding

      So
      well mannered
      she is
      manful
      she is
      on
      his
      best

      behaviour.

      7
      seconds out

      Sexing
      the muscle. A cover
      up. Cloak-and-shagger
      stuff to pussyglut
      around.

      Sucker
      punch. A singular
      obsession for a good
      straight jab.

      To come clean.
      Gloves off
      for love.

      8
      sanctuary

      Forefinger, and thumb.
      The palest pressure
      shutters eyes
      against the light.
      Hide

      and seek, the darkness
      under skin.

      Thumb, forefinger.
      Snap!,
      Coming,
      ready or not.

      9
      casualty

      Limbs outreach the truth
      of their extension. Legs up
      and overstretch, fingers cock
      to fracture.

      An arsenal of arms
      to service all the world's
      embraces.

      Hands draw back the cloud
      like curtains from the sun.
      The body lies
      foetally,
      wounded.


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