Wednesday, 5 December 2012

my throat is dry and i keep coming back to the blue dress

my throat is dry and i keep coming back to the blue dress. somewhere along the line i stopped talking in feelings, replacing them with 'facts'. i think of all the non-sexual ways i've made love. one day it will be my own heart that destroys me. the bigger heart. the metaphorical heart. skin holds the low roar of a lifetime's worth of small victories and defeats. memories of myself stretched wide opened daring the world to bring it on. i still open the doors to let the sunlight shine straight through. other times the rain quietly kisses my eyelids and whispers "you are welcome".


Wingfall at dusk said...

God, this is so perfect!

This is life, isn't it? To stand on the brink and to cry into the wind, 'I am here. Bring it on'; To touch the world with senses so aflame it hurts, but is also so magnificent; To hold within our skin not just our triumphs, but the minor irritations and all the tedious defeats and disappointments and to see them carved upon the map of our flesh; To know that one day this will destroy us - but also knowing that when that day comes our last words will be, "These earthbound fingers have touched the sun. I have opened my soul to the universe and I have loved with every cell in my body..."

♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

my dress may not be blue, but oh goodness, do your words ever hit home here...

alvaro barcala said...

love that metaphorical you

cloudgathererholdmedown said...

richard..just stumled upon this by mister b. his poetry is a kind of savage beauty. he says it as it is. as he sees it. without flowers.
anyway, i get this...

"when Whitman wrote, "I sing the body electric"
I know what he
I know what he

to be completely alive every moment
in spite of the inevitable.

we can't cheat death but we can make it
work so hard
that when it does take

it will have known a victory just as
perfect as

- 'a song with no end' by Charles Bukowski

Wingfall at dusk said...

Oh that is PERFECT!!!!