Two Poems
Table for One
My eyes are closed
in the village café.
Espresso
basmati rice wrap
goat cheese.
My lips graze your lap,
on my hips your legs
urge my hunger on.
A thousand miles away
no phone call for days.
First
I enjoy a black and white photo of my model
lying on her stomach nude on the studio bed
her long red hair tossed to the side
obscures her beautiful face
but her luxurious breasts so recognizable
even in my dream
pressed into a mattress
her derrière the cello section of a symphonic orchestra
posed as did my first love wait for me
on our summer cottage bed
after hide-and-seek in the cool evening
foreplay in front of the warm flames of the fireplace
we leave no cliché of romance unfulfilled
we rehabilitate them so others will not lose hope
we consume slowly
warm croissants with Bavarian cream
nickel coffee
in that diner in Lincoln we enjoy after a movie
before you start crying
and my poverty condemns me to a life without you
Ron Tobey grew up in north New Hampshire, USA, and attended the University of New Hampshire, Durham. He lives in West Virginia, where he and his wife raise cattle and keep goats and horses. He is an imagist poet, writing haiku, storytelling poems, spoken poetry, and producing video poetry. He has published poems in over thirty literary journals. His Twitter handle is @Turin54024117
