Sex, Love, and Regret
Under the Milky Way tonight he mourns.
He missed love’s last slow train
likens his body to a statue he passes
going nowhere, moss settled in the groins.
Falling in love didn’t happen often
but it felt dangerous, like breath held too long
light-headed, needing oxygen, wrong.
When alone he relaxed, stopped acting.
In feeling’s theatre he played the hero
sex, choreography to selected music
yet these stylized scenes make him cringe.
Tonight, in his own review he rates zero.
A happy ending? Internet dating
his lonely supporting cast just waiting.
Ian C Smith’s work has appeared in The Best Australian Poetry, Descant, Island, Magma, The Malahat Review, Southerly, & Westerly. His latest book is Lost Language of the Heart, Ginninderra (Adelaide). He lives in the Gippsland Lakes area of Victoria, Australia.