Aug 2019
(To Emily)
On the bus
I've only the blank eyes of my
reflection
to study, and the heat of a bitewound
on my lip
to accompany it.
Rattling
back and fourth
in my seat
Your face
Resonates
In my thoughts,
thru my eyes;
You keep me safe.
On the bus
I've only the blank eyes of my
reflection
to study, and the heat of a bitewound
on my lip
to accompany it.
Rattling
back and fourth
in my seat
Your face
Resonates
In my thoughts,
thru my eyes;
You keep me safe.
Written following a bus joruney home after one of the first meeting's with my future wife. She entered my life at a very depressed and lonely stage where I needed someone to cherish and cherish me back. I was gorged in Ezra Pound's early works at the time.
