I am invisible and weightless…
“Graceless,” The National
i am no Alice
no Dorothy
no H.G. Wells
no mirror
or tornado
or time machine to transport me
i am left with only memories
and imagination to rearrange
moments i cherish of you
•
it is the weekend of my 50th birthday
and we have given each other secretly
a weekend on this island in diapause
yes we play Scrabble and talk over meals
we share a single bed without touching
and buy you something warm to wear
on the last day we stall our parting
standing and talking in a parking lot
before i offer to fill your car with gas
just as you start to drive away with a wave
i gesture for you to stop and go to you
asking if i can kiss you before you leave
i can see your face suddenly flush red
putting you as i do between your two hearts
i lean any way into your car to taste your lips
•
it is the weekend of my 50th birthday
and we have given each other secretly
a weekend on this island in diapause
yes we play Scrabble and talk over meals
we share a single bed without touching
and buy you something warm to wear
on the last day we stall our parting
standing and talking in a parking lot
before i offer to fill your car with gas
just as you start to drive away with a wave
i gesture for you to stop and go to you
asking you to step out of your car please
i hug you and breath deeply close to you
before i take your face in my hands looking
directly into your eyes so that i can say to you
i love you with all my heart soul and bones
and i will love you completely and always
i turn your face slightly so i can kiss your cheek
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