Primrose Vulgaris

I pulled her chair close to mine

and looked

at her hands, and those hidden thighs

the primrose vulgaris benath a purple skirt

and the latent heat of her lead lined eyes

seemed to be defiant in their lust for denial

denying me the pleasure of soft flesh

of the primeval smell under the bonnet

the sun shaped tattoo on her lower back

goosepimples

when I touch her wrists

there is an ugly burn mark

which reminds me

of cigarettes and fire breathing cats

she adjusts her bra strap, it’s magenta pink

I looked

and she knew I did,

the primrose widens, attempts to consume

the immorality of insidious hunger

the hunger for intimacy

savouring of soul

the perfunctory monosyllabic love

holds no power over us

only guilt and catastrophe.

 

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