You value the golden cord
encircled to fit a finger
a woman’s love coverlet
a rare tale relinquished
with a tin of roses
faint and unconscious
but ignore the seasons I touch
a blank shelf of time
I thought my skin will learn again.
I still think of you
in the most subtle way a leaf can fall
on a slightly eroded ground.
Outside, the fog hangs
heavy with my overripe flesh casting
down to gravity.
I feel the pull of goodbye
weighing like a cut of paper
from your absence.
By every curve of the leg, every trace of my gnarled fingers
I watch my face
I felt a push and pull on this one. As a reader I noticed you want to expand yet hold some back. There are some delicate lines here-so sweet and lovely yet you managed to inflict pain in it somehow mixed it up.
This poem wanted relatedness..catch you and settles in. I felt also a bit sad while reading your works like this one but there's something peaceful to it after reading. Maybe what I want to say is I really like this piece. Just thoughts..
Where does the importance lie in
the forming of a relationship?
Does a man long only for a trophy and
status without truly knowing the
innerheart of his mate?
Is it in the reflection of each individual's mind
or ego's eye, as it reflects back
unto itself what it desires? Yet do we
really see one another?
What is a woman in the eyes
of a man? Does she see a reflection of his view?
Does he see one of hers? Is there to come a point when
regardless of intent time will merge this union
into a single reflection? `
I watch my face become yours may not
always be the answer but I think if it comes
because of shared growth and experience as
partners in life then perhaps it is
one of the better ones.