Jonathan Finch
RIGHTING
I have made pleasure
plainer than dough,
duller than yeast.
Not least I have caught
from its slightest or wildest cameo
“no”, daubed it,
within the orbit
of a wish, an unpleasant, dour
or pusillanimous fish.
Furthermore, I have made it ungainly,
painted its ruinous face
on a cold dish
in order that eyes might ripen
and tears grow heads:
all this, perhaps, a storm
in a teacup of bridal beds
because now, the onus on you,
my dark-haired darling, my lustrous sun,
I’ve become a lust
writing righting.
(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)
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