The Lost Poets series:  Dudley Randall

The Profile on the Pillow  
 
After our fierce loving  
in the brief time we had  
to be together  
 
You lay in the half light  
exhausted, rich, with your  
face turned sideways  
on the pillow, and I traced  
the exquisite line of your profile,  
dark against the white, delicate  
and lovely as a child's.  
 
Perhaps you will cease to love  
me, or we may be consumed  
in the holocaust, but I keep,  
against the ice and the fire,  
the memory of your profile  
on the pillow.  
 
 
 
 
(Me)
Yes...her Gone...  
 
 
Long past the winds  
that massage the sea  
 
Lost, in a forest of spindlin'  
wonders, reachin'  for defied heights  
 
That torrid affair of heart, heat  
wanton ecstasy...bound to  
breasts' nurtured warmth.  
 
Gone her...went
a recurring aura, sought  
 
though silently, dissipated  
into the fabric of broken  
whispers of never, endings...