Wednesday, June 12, 2013

here (belong)

here (belong)

I'm having trouble inside my skin
I tried to keep my skeletons in
“Slipped,” The National

Those barricades can only hold for so long
“Belong,” R.E.M.

Definitiva como un mármol
entristecerá tu ausencia otra tardes.
Despedida,” Jorge Luis Borges




i’m not here
you think you see me
you think you hear me

but i am not here

she is sitting at her desk at work
legs crossed and wearing platform shoes
open-toed bone-colored straps winding around and above the ankles

a simple bone-colored skirt
and a short-sleeved turquoise top
with lavender stripes so thin almost no one notices them

and there on the floor beside her foot
you can find me ever-poised and heartfelt
committed fully to kissing that ankle solid and sad as marble

she closes her eyes just briefly
at the touch of my lips against her cool skin
and imagines slipping to the floor and never again walking away

i’m not here
you think you see me
you think you hear me

but i am not here
although i understand the allure of the corporeal

i am in the only place i can be
i am in the only place i belong

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