Loneliness
eats at my table
Loneliness
eats at my table like the perpetual visitor.
The family
member you try to forget your blood ties with
Until he
comes to stay just one evening, just one day more, just until
The ocean
dies down and he can trace his salt-stained footsteps back into his own
abandoned home.
Loneliness
comes to my door like the lover instantly regretted,
The cheap
scented flower you try to forget you picked and treasured for a sad hour
Until she
comes to ask for you again just once more, just one month more, just/
until
The dark has
finally left the street corners and she can creep back under morning’s scathing
grace.
Loneliness
finds my bed like the child afraid of his own midnight mind,
The pathetic
boy with curled hands and white-washed cheeks you must admit you yourself
birthed
And now must
cradled to one morning more, one year more, until
He has grown
too big for your room and can spill over to cover the rest of these/
walls
with
his girth.
And now
Loneliness lives with me no longer a separate person but an extension of my
body,
The tumor
that has dug in so many fingers that I cannot see my hand from hers,
Speak my
name without her voice,
Or know the
art of being alone without the rhythm of her heart.
Beautiful Woman
Beautiful
woman,
I
want to be the sun that slams into your first opening eyes,
The
morning coming in with no apologies and no misgivings for the brilliant promise
Of
the day it brings for you to love, and live, and take with all your being.
I
will come without warning, when yesterday was cruel to you and
Last
night decided to leave early to make you beg her name again.
I
will walk in brazen with light-tousled hair, my hands dappled in the honey of
the dawn
To
sweeten this savage awakening with the whispered songs
You
haven’t heard yet.
Those
sweet hymns weaving through your hair like the soft fingers of a lover,
Painting
you gold
In
passion that is strong enough to shake you awake
And
gentle enough to ease you up out of the bed
To
face me again.
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