When I said “I love you,” I lied
with a drifting and dreamy head
across the velvety sea
I imagined
resting and narrowly defined
in the nakedness
at the edge of your lap.
I have a history
of over-indulging
mixed-up senses.
I tasted the sight
of a gently curved nose.
I caressed the scent
of a lightly perfumed neck.
I’ll speak but not hear again
of the salty, savory, sweetness;
all bitterness has gone.
It’s not that I binged
so much as feasted
after a prolonged period
of self-deprivation.
And now I’m caught
between two urges:
To shave, to shear, to no longer
shabbily make shrift;
Or to revel
in the sloppy temptation
of recalling you.
Powerless I'll watch
the dissembling
tomorrow makes.
Before it comes, whisper-soft,
I repeat my mistake,
and unreliably say,
“I loved you.”
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC
When I said “I love you,” I lied
with a drifting and dreamy head
across the velvety sea
I imagined
resting and narrowly defined
in the nakedness
at the edge of your lap.
I have a history
of over-indulging
mixed-up senses.
I tasted the sight
of a gently curved nose.
I caressed the scent
of a lightly perfumed neck.
I’ll speak but not hear again
of the salty, savory, sweetness;
all bitterness has gone.
It’s not that I binged
so much as feasted
after a prolonged period
of self-deprivation.
And now I’m caught
between two urges:
To shave, to shear, to no longer
shabbily make shrift;
Or to revel
in the sloppy temptation
of recalling you.
Powerless I'll watch
the dissembling
tomorrow makes.
Before it comes, whisper-soft,
I repeat my mistake,
and unreliably say,
“I loved you.”
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