How a wanting aches…
and there is no instant remedy -
nor, as far as I can tell, a long
term cure for this strange malady.
But, there is some relief
in having had a moment alone;
surely there is some solace
in having melted stone?
Old boys know just how
and where to find a fit but fickle
phrase with which to charm
while eating warm, sour pickles.
Distances between to stare at
and faint, fading traces in the dust
are the lion hunter’s age old trail
bereft of love, anger or lust.
One last dance then left for
auld langsyne and a favoured friend -
danced awkwardly awry to allow
two like hearts to fully rend. |
Submission Name: Boys’ Club
