The lights are off.
You are sleeping
Next to me.
A benign mass;
A trunk of warmth.
There is a silence
In your mind I think.
And tonight we forget
About everything;
The things we wanted,
The things we'll never get.
I creep my bitten nails
Down your back.
I want to prod you, prod
You
From it's-been-a-long-day sleep.
But this generous
Imperceptibality, my darling,
This leaden harmony,
Is perhaps as good as it gets.
I feel no animosity for you,
A strong amiability,
And perhaps, my love,
(There are no others),
This is as good as it gets.
Comments
Beeme | November 28, 2009 - 16:58
Very Beautiful, I love the ending. Much enjoyed,
Beeme xx
bodypolitic | November 28, 2009 - 21:08
gorgeous!! thankyou for sharing. you really invited the reader in. much appreciated :)
Juliet OC | November 29, 2009 - 12:30
this is a very intimate scene. However two phrases pulled me from the flow. Benign statue doesn't work for me - can a statue be anything but? Also 'finger you' jars (to me it is too sexual - could just be me, of course.)
Juliet
27 | November 30, 2009 - 17:06
thank you for your lovely comments.... I've changed 'statue' to 'mass', I just wanted an impersonal word that implies an easy interchangebility....
'Finger' I have kept, because the poem is, on one level, about the yearning for sex, the something more, the heightened feelings, 'the things we'll never get'...
Alicia
kheldar | December 5, 2009 - 12:11
truly beautiful - in both its style and its concept
Cavalcaderl | December 5, 2009 - 14:11
new 27
Congatulations on the cherry'
and I thought to same as juliet OC.
beautifully done'I thought at first
it was the bitten finger nail's.
silly me.But it's all part of life"
as you have put.
julie x cavalcader