'Memoir, Is Not the Right Word'
"Underneath the blankets in
the guest room downstairs,
tangled up and leaving it
that way,
fortune found against her skin,
her breathing so sweet,
we lie there, sleepily, lovingly,
talking to each other;
"Hey look at that spider!"
-Where?
"Up there! look, see it?"
meeting up with her eyes,
i follow her stare up at the ceiling, the spider
crossing its legs, hanging upside down, as
quiet as a photograph;
-Oh yeah, i noticed it before
"Is it moving, it looks like it's coming towards us"
we both stop, hesitating for a moment,
like lizards soaking up the sun, before darting off into a crack
in the wall after noticing your approach.
focusing all of our attention on the daft looking spider, we wait for movement patiently, silence filters through our lungs;
"THERE! you see it!?"
-No, i didn't see anything!
"It's moving, i swear it is"
-It hasn't moved an inch.
Pointing out other marks in the ceiling so to measure the distance between the spider;
-See! you're imagining it!
She starts laughing to herself quietly,
"I know, you're right, but it looks so funny,
like its shaking and moving around."
Still unsure, I keep on looking up, laying right by her side, we start laughing together;
-I don't even think it's alive anymore! it has probably been left dead there for 50 years.
all i can see is her grinning at the thought of the spider dancing,
laughing still, her eyes so alive, like little planets, constantly focusing on the spider, i am surprised we didn't burn a hole through it with our glaring combined,
her laugh playing over and over, playing with the wind,
stopping the sun from setting,
so perfect it will never be defined,
never will i be able to describe its sound,
it was that day she brought that spider back to life,
with enough electricity
left floating
for my heart
to follow,
exceeding anything i have ever felt,
exceeding love,
wrapped up in her clothes, her skin,
her perfume illuminated naturally,
knowing,
for the first time."
the guest room downstairs,
tangled up and leaving it
that way,
fortune found against her skin,
her breathing so sweet,
we lie there, sleepily, lovingly,
talking to each other;
"Hey look at that spider!"
-Where?
"Up there! look, see it?"
meeting up with her eyes,
i follow her stare up at the ceiling, the spider
crossing its legs, hanging upside down, as
quiet as a photograph;
-Oh yeah, i noticed it before
"Is it moving, it looks like it's coming towards us"
we both stop, hesitating for a moment,
like lizards soaking up the sun, before darting off into a crack
in the wall after noticing your approach.
focusing all of our attention on the daft looking spider, we wait for movement patiently, silence filters through our lungs;
"THERE! you see it!?"
-No, i didn't see anything!
"It's moving, i swear it is"
-It hasn't moved an inch.
Pointing out other marks in the ceiling so to measure the distance between the spider;
-See! you're imagining it!
She starts laughing to herself quietly,
"I know, you're right, but it looks so funny,
like its shaking and moving around."
Still unsure, I keep on looking up, laying right by her side, we start laughing together;
-I don't even think it's alive anymore! it has probably been left dead there for 50 years.
all i can see is her grinning at the thought of the spider dancing,
laughing still, her eyes so alive, like little planets, constantly focusing on the spider, i am surprised we didn't burn a hole through it with our glaring combined,
her laugh playing over and over, playing with the wind,
stopping the sun from setting,
so perfect it will never be defined,
never will i be able to describe its sound,
it was that day she brought that spider back to life,
with enough electricity
left floating
for my heart
to follow,
exceeding anything i have ever felt,
exceeding love,
wrapped up in her clothes, her skin,
her perfume illuminated naturally,
knowing,
for the first time."