The reclusivity of silence alone in a room;
The woman on a white pedestal is naked and posing.
I don’t remember what I said to her,
But she is in agreement
That her body and affect are
The stuff of artistry.
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I Fancy A Walk
I fancy a walk with a particular woman,
How her face comes gracefully over her shoulder.
It is the second time that she’s not said a word and
I continue to wait for her apology.
But, she still doesn’t get it.
She was in a relationship
When she wrote me
And I told her to do so when she was single.
Of course, I wrote back almost instantly
That it probably didn’t matter
But of course it did.
Relationships are about power
And that’s why she came to me.
She’d heard that I had broken it off with a woman
She’d known around work,
Who was completely destroyed by it.
She’d often talk about how a married man was a prize.
Not because he was someone she liked,
But that it represented a challenge.
I figured it was because she was taking him away from another woman.
I thought to myself,
How horrible.
My sins were committed out of actual desire,
For her, relationships were a game;
She drove me crazy.
She never apologized and then blamed me,
Like I was stalking her.
Except that I was visiting my mother the first time.
My mother lived just down the street from the gas station,
Where the two of us stood.
She rushed to finish her fill-up.
I must have smiled,
But inside I loved her
Inside, I was sad.
It was one-way.
She couldn’t see me
She couldn’t see anyone but herself.
Despite that I fancied a walk with her,
She would no longer have it,
Like I was some twisted creep,
Who was dangerous in my silence?
I was hoping she’d apologize to me,
But she didn’t.
A Paraphrase/Response to The Holistic Wayfarer’s poem “Disarmed the Sun,” posted Aug 9, 2013
My response to the poem
“disarmed the sun”
by The Holistic Wayfarer (See: http://aholisticjourney.wordpress.com/about/)
She must have breathed hard,
Red-shouldered
In the evening.
And you wonder about such women,
Who hope like this
As the rain fell for no good reason,
And the sun stared.
But, I wonder now as the decisive rain
Disarmed the sun, which grammatically
Stuttered, but did the rain not drench her
Or was it the sun, or did she smile both
Because of the disarming rain
And the staring sun?
By this image, I see no expectation,
But indulgence.
I see no men or women lovers
Or perhaps, a woman simply loves herself
In the in-between.
For beauty has a waiting list,
Which apparently
She is not conscious,
Or at least not interested.
May she always be free to choose
And not be burdened.