DayWalker

Isolation Thirst

December 20, 2006 at 8:22 am (Uncategorized)

Alone in the far corner
of a world of dreams
I listen to the plaintive whisper
of sweet memories with wings
clipped with time fluttering
a sedate, soothing rythm
through this cool flesh sliding
so namelessly familiar
over this landscape of loose
translation. She kisses me,
slowly forces herself through me;
my trembling assembles a tacit myth:
this is of significance.
We move in lasting time,
resisting a sense of desperate secrecy.
Then, somewhere far below us,
the strangers, the rest of them,
begin to stir. I need not ask
she stay until I forget.
And we are laughing–
the day has come too soon
And we are sobbing.
This is a stranger’s clutch;
so little time to learn so much–
as if no other night could bring
such a futile, fleeting touch.
And because she sighs,
and because she sings
as she becomes my pain–
I must steal the night again.