Faraway Girl
Faraway Girl (billet doux)
(for Tracey)
A dance.
I caress the keyboard
and showers of electrons whirl toward
you.
This is my poem for you,
and I wonder, as uncounted particles
waltz it into your winter,
whether they glide past
the particles you send me.
Imagine virtual meeting places -
dance halls, or maybe a smoky bar
tended by a wisearse electron,
polishing glasses as our stories are told.
“He can’t tell the colour of her eyes”
“It’s the quality of the light in her photos”
“He found a Canadian coin and fills it with meaning”
“Listen! We’re a poem she’s read for him”
“She’s uncomfortable in her skin”
“He wants to stroke that skin, kiss it, bite it”
Your skin.
Your eyes.
Your voice.
Your body,
straining at its boundaries, wanting,
and I’m so far away,
wanting too.
MB
(for Tracey)
A dance.
I caress the keyboard
and showers of electrons whirl toward
you.
This is my poem for you,
and I wonder, as uncounted particles
waltz it into your winter,
whether they glide past
the particles you send me.
Imagine virtual meeting places -
dance halls, or maybe a smoky bar
tended by a wisearse electron,
polishing glasses as our stories are told.
“He can’t tell the colour of her eyes”
“It’s the quality of the light in her photos”
“He found a Canadian coin and fills it with meaning”
“Listen! We’re a poem she’s read for him”
“She’s uncomfortable in her skin”
“He wants to stroke that skin, kiss it, bite it”
Your skin.
Your eyes.
Your voice.
Your body,
straining at its boundaries, wanting,
and I’m so far away,
wanting too.
MB