you fold the covers
and swish the hour away
as you walk to the door
not once do you turn
back and smile
the smile that you gave me as
you’d pulled the cover and
spread it out like the stars
above only hours before
dark and dancing are your tresses
how they fall to your unconquered
waist across your invincible back
oh that slight sway in your walk
your smooth articulate hips
won’t you turn just once
and look at me the way you
always do just once
the door opens and you stand
framed against the light
a sight strangely beautiful
for i don’t see you yet
i see all of you in the shadows
of your silhouette
every bend and lift and stretch
of outline yours and not an inch
owned by another my hand knows that
as does my breath perhaps even my lips
won’t you turn back just once
and let the act be a little different
this one time won’t you
the door shuts
did you take
my breath my longing with you
or do you leave even those folded
neatly away in that cover
you return with your daytime
smile and sway i watch in wonder
you seem like someone
i’ve never met here
upon this bed in that half light
who are you no don’t answer that
who am i trapped in you
this endless sleight
of appropriate hour
now time to be this
now that
what if i unfolded
the covers and said
no need to play the game of every hour
smile like that even though
the sun pulls a veil over night
smile like that just once
beautiful imagery in this line – your smooth articulate hips. and an overall feeling of a private moment in ones mind..
Indi di talk to me about why you didn’t use punctuations in this? When I read Salman Rushdie often I feel I wish I was in his head to understand why he wrote a certain part in the way he did. This piece makes me feel the same way..
thanks, rhea… why no punctuation… well i am a fairly instinctive writer and when and if i write verse i just write in a flow… or at least i try to. and later if i feel the need to add punctuation, i do… if not, if i feel it reads better in a continuous not interfered with, skipping along read, i let it be. it’s an intimate private world here and thoughts going through without pause in the head and heart… i am no “writer” writer, but i enjoy expressing the way i wish to, the way what’s in me best gets expressed…
Thank you di for indulging me with the answer to this random question. Yes I do get the feeling of the private world in this one.