(no subject)
I have taken to posing like Rodin’s Thinker,
Staring away from the others,
Out the windows,
Out the morning or night-
In this case, out the
Early Sunday morning
And empty streets, quiet whispers
That float away with my gaze
Through tall, gauzed windows
I have taken to watching you sleep-
Always so much calmer than myself,
You laugh when I pose as pensive,
At my inability to answer questions,
My strict maintenance of fair play-
But I remember that I’m the one who’s moved here
While you remained still
And as much as I’d prefer to ignore the question,
I have taken to you
Although you are not mine
And I am not yours to take or to have-it’s fair that way-
But everyone speaks in couples
About the couplet that is you and I
And occasionally we rhyme,
But that is beside the point-
I have taken to you like laughter
And being perpetually deep in thought,
Like a strong cup of coffee
And the early Sunday world,
Like rumpled clothes on the train
And this poem on scrap paper the morning after.
Staring away from the others,
Out the windows,
Out the morning or night-
In this case, out the
Early Sunday morning
And empty streets, quiet whispers
That float away with my gaze
Through tall, gauzed windows
I have taken to watching you sleep-
Always so much calmer than myself,
You laugh when I pose as pensive,
At my inability to answer questions,
My strict maintenance of fair play-
But I remember that I’m the one who’s moved here
While you remained still
And as much as I’d prefer to ignore the question,
I have taken to you
Although you are not mine
And I am not yours to take or to have-it’s fair that way-
But everyone speaks in couples
About the couplet that is you and I
And occasionally we rhyme,
But that is beside the point-
I have taken to you like laughter
And being perpetually deep in thought,
Like a strong cup of coffee
And the early Sunday world,
Like rumpled clothes on the train
And this poem on scrap paper the morning after.