Tomorrow,
as I read my heart
out on the sidewalk,
you won't be listening.
The hunger you have sown in me
no one else could have.
How could hunger outgrow
the void it inhabits so?
In the white curve of imagined skin
I found my thirst staring me with a cleft lip,
lifted slightly at the corner,
eyes wilting above.
The rippled sinuousness of a childish gesture,
in red overalls parted right where it hurt,
was all I needed of summer.
And in their expectant faces, I saw my hunger—
but you still don't.
Here hunger is nameless—
only the slam of a door,
and an absence that lingers—
And here I lay your silence to rest,
step out,
and seek another...
(Edited; posted originally on 28 April 2007)
as I read my heart
out on the sidewalk,
you won't be listening.
The hunger you have sown in me
no one else could have.
How could hunger outgrow
the void it inhabits so?
In the white curve of imagined skin
I found my thirst staring me with a cleft lip,
lifted slightly at the corner,
eyes wilting above.
The rippled sinuousness of a childish gesture,
in red overalls parted right where it hurt,
was all I needed of summer.
And in their expectant faces, I saw my hunger—
but you still don't.
Here hunger is nameless—
only the slam of a door,
and an absence that lingers—
And here I lay your silence to rest,
step out,
and seek another...
(Edited; posted originally on 28 April 2007)
4 comments:
i love that one...
this part is my favourite:
'staring at me with a cleft lip
lifting slightly at the corner,
eyes wilting above.'
there's something poetic about 'battered' faces :)
Yes, the allure of the imperfect! ;)
So, what did you want to tell me before I left? Still waiting for that e-mail...
This is gorgeous.
It would make more sense that I highlight the parts that did not touch me, because they are less than those that did, but admiration fails to work negatively, so I will highlight those who did.
'I will be reading my heart
out on the sidewalk,
and you won't be listening.' Not gunpowder, but breathtaking nonetheless.
'hunger is only as big as the void
it inhabits.' Very quotable.
'There, in the white round curve of imagined skin
did I find my thirst,
staring at me with a cleft lip
lifting slightly at the corner,
eyes wilting above.' Ahem, I did not get that.
'parted right where it hurts—
I even wait for summer
just so you'd take your shirt off —' Yes, yes, yes. Wonderful. Yes. My favourite part.
'and you saw it.' El mal3oune (him not you). Bravo.
'There will I lay your silence to rest,
step out the door,
and seek another silence.' Talk about the allure of the imperfect.
Chapeau,
Ton frère Ahmad
I am so happy to read your comments again! (You know, they always mean a lot to me... My original audience!) Thank you.
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