Sunday, February 16, 2014

You have settled into yourself

You have settled into yourself
Wrapped yourself in bones and skin
You emerge with tremulous eyes, as though on the edge of tears
and a beautiful mouth unsure of speech
To never be anyone else
Confined to the childhood that is yours,
love that is yours, loss that is yours
Have you ever seen a body, wrapped in worn-out shawls ,
rushing past in the pavement
and felt a twinge in your heart
of a life that you narrowly missed possessing?
And to love someone, like I love you,
 So specifically, How does that work?
Would I not love you if you shed your skin and bones,
and all the debris of your mind,
all the things that you said
and all the songs that you sang?