Half way
through torn flesh and bone
I have
bitten back the name
That flows
so quick from your lips
Smooth as
water over pebbles
Effortless
as summertime game
Yellow
clusters gnash at each other on the windowsill
Mute, terrified
faces point to my shoulder
Pincers
flick lazily as I turn
We are
indifferent now
The expected
pause has reached a full halt
Rough cloth
against glass
And yet the
smudges stay
Try resting
it on your nose
At least a
part of me will still be yours
To have or simply
watch
I trace
streams, form pools
Off tables
and sodden pillows
It is in
darkness that I see your face
It fades
with the morning light
Maybe I’m
colour blind
But it
gnashes again
And I know
it’s there
Waiting
patiently, maybe impatient
I wouldn’t
know
I will let you
crawl again
It is easy
to shower affections on creatures
Their love is
preserved in jars
Broken,
smashed and delicately lost
You will
outlive their love
As you will
mine
And yet I
sit with stricken cloth
Rubbing
rubbing rubbing
Do you see
me?
Do you see
me?
Do you see
me now?
you, bring one to a different realm altogether. one where reality seems so distant, you can mourn enough not for whats lost but for whats not lost in that real world one.
ReplyDeletebut of course its just me. you just provide a portal.
You never fail to amuse me, you have such an incredible talent, beauteous talent.
ReplyDelete'It fades with the morning light
Maybe I’m colour blind'
There are always snippets of your poems popping up in my head at random times.
Makes me immeasurably happy to have touched a chord somewhere :)
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