My favorite...."Thief's Perfume" By Stephen Perry. Summer/Fall 1992
I have a thief's eyes, but do not mean it;
I would take your form and have you
naked, breasts like honeyed stories, desire
in your most private grotto, I would have you
in a field, in a house, wherever you are
whether or not you know I am looking.
I have taken you gently, without your body,
when you've laughed, when there was least to expect,
I have been in you. At night, when all are asleep
in their rooms and you're asleep in you're room.
you ride me. fast and furious, a tight sucking pull
which may make you turn in your dream, wonder
why you're wet why you want the swarm of shudders
so much, you place your hand on your secret place
not knowing it is mine. Forgive me, I have wanted
to touch you, so you tighten in the same place that I tighten,
want to rush to that center, which is lower than we either
want. But we have already felt each other's heart pulse,
hips locked, the throb coming both up and down, skin
on skin, innocent, my aggressive wet and your yesing
wet, though consent was never given. When after we separate
in perfume, which I carry to remind me
I have never been with you, in you, over you, never over you
your perfume is richer, stronger, sweeter, for being miles away.
by Stephen Perry
I have a thief's eyes, but do not mean it;
I would take your form and have you
naked, breasts like honeyed stories, desire
in your most private grotto, I would have you
in a field, in a house, wherever you are
whether or not you know I am looking.
I have taken you gently, without your body,
when you've laughed, when there was least to expect,
I have been in you. At night, when all are asleep
in their rooms and you're asleep in you're room.
you ride me. fast and furious, a tight sucking pull
which may make you turn in your dream, wonder
why you're wet why you want the swarm of shudders
so much, you place your hand on your secret place
not knowing it is mine. Forgive me, I have wanted
to touch you, so you tighten in the same place that I tighten,
want to rush to that center, which is lower than we either
want. But we have already felt each other's heart pulse,
hips locked, the throb coming both up and down, skin
on skin, innocent, my aggressive wet and your yesing
wet, though consent was never given. When after we separate
in perfume, which I carry to remind me
I have never been with you, in you, over you, never over you
your perfume is richer, stronger, sweeter, for being miles away.
by Stephen Perry
