Monday 6/19/2006 11:45:00 PM

I waited. For something to change. Cursing the waves as they kept repeating. I thought the water. The salt. Might change my perspective. So many people. I could see what an abundant world it is.

I listened for the sound of small footsteps. As they made their way through the heavy sand. Indent after indent tracing the path of our indecision. He dressed me in the trees. A heavy nightgown. And we watched the moon as it watched us. Pretending there were no other worlds other than the one we'd found in each other.

I couldn't keep it from ending. I could only let it happen. Let it have me for the time being. Admit the power wasn't mine. Hadn't ever been. That love means surrender. Hoping against all odds they will have the same inclination.

He said he could see me there in the grip of the darkness. And I wanted to believe him. That we could share the light.

But people are just broken book jackets. Hiding pages they've yet to write.

We wait for the sun to wake up when all we want to do is sleep.

Forget how it felt to be embraced by them.

We had so many chances to be whatever we wanted. If they're gone now we're the reason.

I probably don't remember how you looked, but I think I remember how you felt.

Room temperature taffy pulling on my teeth. As I tried to chew. Wings everywhere with no place to go.

We always say we want, but we don't really know.

You traded your lion for a kitten and now you wonder where the roar's gone.

The truth is I never really heard anything but the purring.

3 comments:
ozymandiaz said...

Very resonant.

vendella von messershmitt said...

"He said he could see me there in the grip of the darkness. And I wanted to believe him. That we could share the light."

For me, it is the darkness I would have us share...a companion, finally, a lover of this pilgrim soul who hides his face amidst the stars and knows well the lines on this aging face. Yes.

Gorgeous shit in this piece of yours. I could pull any number of lines from its sky and taste fruit.

You are something.

alcoholic poet said...

thanx oz.

and vvm: i love this line "I could pull any number of lines from its sky and taste fruit."

beautiful. the whole thing is. but that one really struck me.



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