Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Writing

Two poems

I did actually write a mastoprompt poem yesterday, just ran out of time to post it. So here are two.

The first one is a continuation of “Preamble” from 6th October.

Consummation

All that remains of him
She slides into a glass vial,
Scrapes the bed sheets until
Only a dried crust of him
Coats it. The vial full of
His gunk she stoppers and
Carries through to the
Pantry and its outsized fridge.
Inside, row upon row upon
Shelf upon shelf of sealed
Tubes, a history of consumed
Loves.

R 07/10/2024 16:56

The second, I guess, is diammetrically opposed to the last two.

Ages

There was nothing young about
Him when she first saw him without
His clothes on. He was all ancient
Muscle, lean and worn from the
Centuries of his living. When she
Touched him, he twitched with
The pleasure of experience, not the
Fear of a junior lover too eager
Not too lose control. That’s when
She decided she wanted to be
Immortal with him, to grow
As ancient and weathered as he.

R 08/10/2024 18:43

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