Lauds by Robert Beveridge


It’s not so hard to drive on lonely streets at 3AM
but there are times when another driver on the road
will flash his headlights at you

for instance I thought of your body
and what it would look like in a wine bikini
as I drove home last night from your house
for the first time

and even though it was broad daylight
a driver on the other side of the road
turned on his headlights

at least I wasn’t headed west

I would sit at your feet by the fire
and tell you stories
if you would for me
wear a wine bikini
I could sample your hips and breasts
until I had tasted all of you
and, demon wine, gotten drunk
and made improper advances.

It seems so rational though
when I was with you yesterday
your form seemed to invite
a touch, a caress

the others came too early

now I offer you
comfort without headlights
since I believe
we can see each other
better in the dark


it seems to me
if we lie here
together in the dark
your form would glow

the love that is said
to have died in the world
these days
might shine in you
unmined as of yet
rough ore in need
of a refinery

come with me
on these 3AM streets
and light my way

Robert Beveridge makes noise ( and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Riverrun, and Third Wednesday, among others.

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