I wanted to put my mouth on you and suck out that leftover toxin... you know, the one that left me hostage a few moments ago in your kitchen holding that spatula between my legs and those tiny specks of cookie dough between my breast -but I understand. There are limits to love. So here's a flower that needs no water, and yes it can grow anywhere.
I wanted to undress you down to the scabbards of my mannerisms and place the tiny bits of jewelry on your nightstand so I could touch you in bare knuckles. I wanted to unhook my ribs and spread my breath over yours and listen to that pulsating heart bump bump bump, bump, bump. I wanted to spill myself all over you and leave without staining -but I understand. There are limits to love. So here's a fish that needs no water, and yes it can swim anywhere.
I wanted to be pressed deep into your bed and lie there without moving like a lifeless animal left dead in the middle of the road. I wanted the many many passengers to gasp after me as the toll continued to rise and I just continued to lie there. I just continued to lie there with my blood smeared on someone's doorpost as if death spared me for you -but I understand. There are limits to love. So here's a failed seed that needs no dirt, and yes it can sprout anywhere.
I wanted to clone myself into several identical women and have you whisper many different pet names as I kneeled down to polish your shoes. I wanted to shine in that black sequined dress as I slowly brushed against your coat to feel as complete as I'd ever feel. I wanted you to sweat with memory as you sat in that lonely room and listened to the moaning walls to wonder if that was me. I wanted you to remember that time I let you drink rain from the pulse of my throat as I weeped in silence like a goddamned woman -but I understand. There are limits to love. So here's a quarter that needs no phone call, and yes those are my heels dangling from the wire.
I tell you I've got this shit down to a science.
Monday, April 16, 2012
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