artwork: ralph murre
WHAT THEY CAN AND CANNOT FAKE
by Bruce Taylor
Any orgasm except a real one.
True love but not a sneeze
Not at least convincingly so.
Death, as children make believe
Though never nearly long enough.
And the shape of a kiss on the lips
But not the reach nor rest of touch
That lingers just below the finger tips.
Any present fashion of desire
Lust’s vogue and classic craze
But not the first loss loss requires,
Nor compassion’s passion ablaze.
Not luck or the Blues, a fugue, cold sweat,
Foul fate, true tragedy or real regret.
~ previously published in The Longest You’ve Lived Anywhere:
New and Selected Poems