I ALMOST FELT YOU NEAR

I ALMOST FELT YOU NEAR

Are you satisfied, my wicked one?
I almost felt you near again last night,
Into my troubled dreams you would catapult,
Spreading your sin like the flowers of your cult.

Do the men still stare and worship you,
Impale themselves on tulip stalks,
Talk the talk and walk the walk,
Eunuch like at your request?

Are you still the evil slab of denial,
Smeared across the face of each man
Who begged and lusted for your flesh.
Are they squirming in your spider’s web,
Tangled in its twisted mesh?

Do they all shiver and quiver at your sight,
My love, are you their treasure?
Do they worship you in unison,
Prick blood from their arms for your pleasure?

Do you still accept burnt offerings like the God of Moses?
Do your lovers still tempt you with wine and with roses?
Lovely dream breaker, do you still play those devious games?
Sleeping with men, then forgetting their names?

Are you satisfied, my wicked one?
I almost felt you near again last night.
Still as vain, still as righteous, still as difficult,
Spreading your sin like the flowers of your cult.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2010
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Author's Note: Relax! Kyle and I are fine. All these "2010" poems so far are from my college days when I was a brooding and bitter young man. I'm still brooding, but I think I'm done with the bitter part!