Oct 06, 2009 23:41
Does it mean anything?
I leave it to the gods.
I perform my petty actions and just hope
In the cradle of the evening
I resign myself to dreaming
And limbs appear, dismembered, remembered
And people warn me, proverbially.
Does it mean anything to you?
I send poetry, perfumed
letters in tissue paper
sealed with apprehension
with the fear that I will always do it wrong
sealed with a loving near-miss
Does it mean anything to me?
When in times past I have forgotten
The scent of your creaking chest
In the morning when I thought I'd never rest
Except to be next to you
Or him
Or them
Or someone else i wanted and never had
Time swallows and drowns
All that is, and was, presently around
And with it the tides carry you from me into the distance
And I thought I was sad to see you go
But I can't remember you, quite, so