Lust

Lust snakes into loins

hungry, sleek, all-consuming master

drives the soul to distraction

with white-hot flashes of desire

sated by afternoon trysts

in suburban motels

Forgotten in the blaze

of bodies conjoining is

the sweet scent of tenderness

the tentative touch of lilacs

on spring-time breezes

the whisper-soft caress of hearts

beating as one

Like a grapefruit plucked too soon

the bitter, acrid smell of lust

seers the nostrils, stings the eyes

and in one cold, calculated moment

explodes in blistering isolation