Friday, 20 July 2012

she lay atop a bear. who knew if he were a holy man?

over shoulders old shrines still glow intermittently revealling how far we've come. consider the impact of all the collisions. i imagine the way your mouth, your hand, your heart would tell the story and how, even though we both lived through it, your version would differ from mine. i marvel at the way you are the weather, but there are things i want put into words and told. i am not who you think i am and there are few who really know. i can frighten myself. there are rooms in my body whose doors sit closed. but still, i believe there are ways. i wish i could have witnessed the way you dance when no one's there. the contradiction of the body as self and other. thoughts like these materialize from the centre of the realms inbetween and worlds are moving at so many miles per second it's difficult to tell the difference between premonition and fear. the sounds that silently come from the back of my throat let you know always i am here although, like the weather, the here can change...

4 comments:

Wingfall at dusk said...

This is so beautifully perceptive. It encapsulates the irascible gloriousness of living and loving, of hearing another's words and feeling 'but that is not me', of looking into your won eyes in a mirror and saying 'but this is still not me', of being the eye of a hurricane and the hurricane itself, of loving on the tiptoe of a wave and being the ocean itself...

Kim said...

Oh my gosh....I am speechless...you looked into my mind with this one. we must be alike, but you are the speaker.

alvaro barcala said...

love-clouds gatherer, it's beautiful to see how you let them rain.

theunicornman said...

arms around mouth around such a beast only you could catch with your eyes lips smiles Ca! <3