… On hearing the news that an angry man cut off his lover’s penis in a fit of jealousy

[Written/posted on Facebook, 8 July 2008]



Desire is a hotel room

Plush in sin

And keeling over the sink

A lover mourns



He has taken a knife

And pared down his lover

Cored him the way you would

An apple.

In the mirror,

he is bloody

but unbowed.



His young lover

Drowning in sleep,

Will wake soon.



His bones crumble

in grief.



In the dark,

Desire is a jealous cat

Ready

to pounce.

Borne down by love

In its most insidious

appearances

Kindness

is an excess

And

it is

futile.