RELATIONSHIP Poem: Incapacitated by Lust ™ , by Nuzhat Jabinh FRSA

I love the West Wind most of all
It is the scent of Adventure
You had me so in thrall
Enslaved, under indenture
That is my official line
More fool you if you believe me
I have full control of my time
I do as I please, as needs be
Pleasure is all I truly care for
More so now than ever
You touched me to my core
I will forget you: never
You travelled with a false flag flying
The less merciful would call it lying

I thought you fitted me
Like a made-to-measure glove
When all the time
I was trying to shove
My right foot
Into a left hand shoe.

I thought we tessellated
Like the tiles on my ancestral palaces
When all the time
None of the foundation stones
Were true.

I thought we harmonised
Like those Black voices
I Love so
When all the time
You were singing
Another tune.

© Nuzhat Jabinh FRSA 2024