Tour of Stanzas


The cover of the book shows a phallus

and the pages open with rhythmic words,

a thrust and parry of tension; the same

sensation she feels when alone with thoughts

of him. She licks the tip and gently slides

the thin paper between fingers trembling

for the next passage; silent images

dance before her as eyes scan syllables,

search out the meaning, released in a sigh.


Another’s words capture and hold her close.

Twisted up in the tour of stanzas

crafted for someone else, she remembers

to breathe, calmed by the push and pull of air

through her body – life forcing its way in.

Poetry feeds her, sates her desire.


© Siobhan