Your Nose

Your face was doll-like
in death, the rest of you the
woman I came to

love. Early I found
I could make you come by gent-
ly sucking your nose,

which was shapely, pro-
minent on that exquisite
face. Is it a sin

to want to die? You
didn’t believe in sin, let
others answer that.

Not suicide, real-
ly – complictions of wine
over monstrous pain.

I could not stop it
as you became the nothing
that is beyond love.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Portland OR and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. His blogs include poemswithoutborders.com He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.

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