A willing captive
gripped tight by her eyes,
steely, grey
and sparkling bright
in love
I watch her talk,
a loquacious fluence,
and study her lips like
a foreign language
"your attention is slipping."
"not at all."
"well," she begged
"haven't you ever been in love?"
I must have been
surely, I think
or something more akin
to time standing still,
the sands sculpting a moment
of a thousand lifetimes.
"of course I have."
"where is your love now?"
right here, I think
chronic and immutable,
boxed into lines,
safeguarded and sound
in dreams and reflections,
vicarious,
a farce of mimicry.
"well travelled,"
I would say.
"like blood from a stone.
well,
I'm glad you came,
will you come again?"
and she went,
leaving me
with a pocketful of sand.
of course I will.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
A willing captive
gripped tight by her eyes,
steely, grey
and sparkling bright
in love
I watch her talk,
a loquacious fluence,
and study her lips like
a foreign language
"your attention is slipping."
"not at all."
"well," she begged
"haven't you ever been in love?"
I must have been
surely, I think
or something more akin
to time standing still,
the sands sculpting a moment
of a thousand lifetimes.
"of course I have."
"where is your love now?"
right here, I think
chronic and immutable,
boxed into lines,
safeguarded and sound
in dreams and reflections,
vicarious,
a farce of mimicry.
"well travelled,"
I would say.
"like blood from a stone.
well,
I'm glad you came,
will you come again?"
and she went,
leaving me
with a pocketful of sand.
of course I will.
I have no idea what I am doing
