Thursday, May 15, 2008

One Perfect Day (two love-sketches) (two notapoems)




____The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
____Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.
____'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

____________Tennyson









untitled, ..*ghost*..


____I.

outside i hear the sound of a train.
finally, something that's going somewhere.
i had a dream of coming home,
of lying on a couch,
holding someone,
connected at the hands
under a flimsy blanket.
i lay there and we spoke in breaths-
our hands communicated,
transitions in heat and miniature sweat.
i rubbed my lips against her ear,
i heard a smile pass across her face
her eyes looked where they wanted,
mine were lost in her hair...
all i was was lost in her hair-
and that alone was enough.
i grew, sprouting from my palms into hers.
i grew into her and filled her.
there are tulips in her chest i put there,
there are garlands and daisies and her blood
is the petals of geraniums i kissed individually.
i was happy then.
in that dream of an ideal evening.
in that dream of having a garden in someone's soul.


____II.

I'm dating this girl, nothing serious; but when I get home in the evenings, she doesn't say anything. She's already at my place. She's made tea. She's not mad at me for being late. I walk over to the couch, where she's reading. I take off my jacket and loosen my tie. I crawl behind her, she squirms and gives me an annoyed look as she contorts her head to kiss me hello. No one's said a word yet. muuah. That's enough. I'll lie there, and let the sounds of men and the ink of contracts drift out of my body. She'll read on, unconcerned about my hands around her ending on her belly. I'll be lost in her hair and the smell of it... and she'll be happy enough with me because I'm a man and am warm and am always stocked up on delicious tea. she'll read on. I'll hold on to her.

Later I'll rise, take a shower and come back. She'll probably have fallen asleep. I'll kiss her forhead:

"it's late, you should probably just stay over"

She'll nod. I'll pick her up, take her to the bed. It won't bother me where life's going. It won't bother me who I am... cause whoever I am on that night... will be enough for me.

2 comments:

Ghetto Blaster said...

2 favorites:

1."she squirms and gives me an annoyed look" you know women oh so well. ha

and

2."It won't bother me where life's going. It won't bother me who I am... cause whoever I am on that night... will be enough for me." you know this last line is perfect.

Monday's Child said...

my dream of coming home plays over and over in my head inside a permanent parallel parenthesis... and I sit here and wonder if it's always going to be this way. And then I realise I'm not sure if I hope not or so.