Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Her

By: Erik Allan-Sean Johnson

Alas, the lovers in the sun,
They look at us and laugh.
How far have we gone?
“Where are we now?”
Asks my lurid virgin.
Are we beginning in this wretched place?
Are we wicked,
Our mother's disgrace?
Coming to a boring end,
From this enticing dream.

She screams my name,
Pulling me to the sun,
Her breast against me
Weeping that I am the one,
Caressing my skin.
I’m her lover in the sun
Burning away her tears,
Coming till I’m gone.

“Is it the love you’re after?”
Humor me a little,
Are we lovers, or soulmates?
Together burning in the sun.
Is this passion...
Or are you over me?