You’re eyes betray your feigned slumber-
they seem to say,
“I love you, I love you not”.
Oh, such a pity,
my shame in your silence.
You should see my sloping back,
arched forever
(for now)
in laborious resignation,
my truths.
Such truths one could never speak,
no,
not even in the most intimate of whispers.
And I could love you.
And you could love me,
perhaps,
but we,
we,
we could never love like that,
like this,
in such a manner
that you are
best suited for.
I could open every door.
I could sympathize
with every whimsically
teenage plight.
I could be a lady-
with my hands and eyes and mouth.
But here you are,
perpendicular to me,
trusting your every impulse
to force your body
into frigid sleep.
My hands on your back,
my breathing stopped.
Wishing only to get
you
to your destination
all the more comfortably,
wishing you all the best of luck,
wishing for the strength
and power
to remove my palms
from your flexing
restlessness.
Because not everything
has to
end
with a bang.
So let us begin. |
Submission Name: Bang
