| An Evans Experientialisn Guest Site Dedicated to the work of the Liverpool Poet Back to Home
|
|||
| The Poetry of Nicholas Hancock The Poet of Despair Published by The British Hancock Society with the permission of the author. |
|||
 
|
|||
AVOWAL AND DISAVOWAL Face to face we gazed into each other's lies, of mutual adulation only too aware. She praised the cold titanium of my eyes and I the eighteen carat of her hair. Hand in hand we climbed the elevator of our lust, extolling our anatomies in prayer as repetitious as the falling dust: 'I love you, darling.' 'Darling, so do I.' We trod the Jacob's ladder of untruth, each rung as false and dreamlike as the last, voyeurs of our own fondlings and our youth. But when libido's crisis had quite passed our hands unclasped and truth once more was born; the feast of love was followed by a fast as passionate; all prayers were now forsworn: 'I did not love you, darling.' 'Nor did I.' |
|||
| BACK TO TOP OF PAGE |
