The photograph of you and me
And everything else that didn’t
Belong to either you or me
The things upon the windowsill
The cobwebs in the corners of
The walls that inched across
Our beings and drew imaginary
Boundaries along our lives
The boundaries we once dangerously
Flirted with only to get thrown off
Keel but inevitably bounce off each
Other until we found joy in the bouncing
And pain was something we’d tucked away
For another rainy day, another walk in the
Dark against the night sky that still binds
Us together only ever so lightly like
Your fingers feverishly dancing along my
Waist and your delicious palms kneading
Our desires across my thighs and my teenage
Breasts that still cling to the memory of that
July night in the tiny room with green walls
And racing hearts with lips that burned but
Did not meet, have yet to meet, may never
Meet but remember what it’s like to burst
Open with the sweetness of first love, forbidden
Stormy and brimming with the light from our eyes
Yours and mine and what could have been theirs
It all remains inside that photograph now fading
Back into the years that watched us grow
Grow up, grow apart, grow into the people
We are now but are we not still the same
Or have we dried up like that blade of grass
You once tickled me with and then placed
Into the palm of my hand before walking away
I still remember the song playing on the radio
That day as you sang out loud and looked at me
That look that said it all and then nothing
Just like the black and blue ink scrawled on
The pages that you’d once breathed upon to
Let me know that I was the one and yet not
The one whose neck would bear your imprints
But I am the one, I’m still the one dancing
Inside that still frame, tucked deep inside the
Recesses of your Twentieth Century heart.
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