Feb 28, 2007 11:39
For Thomas
Your upturned face reminds me of
sunflowers
Your eyes are thirsty as you watch the sky
burst into flame
I tilt my head back to see
what you see
to dream
what you dream
but vertigo pulls my head in
strange directions
soon I have to stop and look at my feet
(gravel crunching under the soles of these heels I wore for you)
You didn't believe me when I said
I cared
Your mouth quirked at the corners, the
slightest movement
that you never believe
I notice
don't believe
I see
but I do, you tell me I have strange
predilections
you laugh, teeth glinting, eyes escaping from sight (from mind)
You already know, I've told you and
I know
There's a ghost of something in your smile
A pallor because
I think, maybe you're the ghost
nothing
more
than smoke
still, I bat at the embers falling on your hair
a vestige of affection
No need, no harm, you say. They're only fireworks
(later, I cry, and you want to know why
but I can't tell you.
You never believe me)
poetry