Rousseau's Lover

ROUSSEAU’S LOVER



When he was most true,
He was most productive.
Her breath surrounded him
Like a scented scarf
Lying temple to cheek.
No earthling could compete.


Ecstasy was waking
Next to her Delphic flanks,
Her warmth wrapping
Like a violet musk.
He could rise to such lyrics.


Thick hot or blank cold,
He could bear scorns
And the cat-o-nine-tails
For such tenderness thereafter.

As long—
As long as he could hear
Her breathing, know
She lived,
He thrived.


April 1982

"Rousseau's Lover" was first published in Cadet Rousseau, 1988.  Who is the one true love that has captured him?
 
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