Finished: How Can I Love You Wednesday, Apr 16 2008
Uncategorized 6:51 pm
How Can I Love You When You Are A Hundred Years Away
a bay horse on cobbled streets
in vieux carre’
breaks the silent wisps of steam
waterlogged sheets
soak
in a cowhide bucket,
waiting
an attempt
to
mitigate heat
i wrap my body cold
in the clinker-brick building
encased in bougainvillea
and
a wrought iron veranda
my fingers cradle an old tea cup
cracked,
but filled with absinthe
the smell of floral
hidden beneath weathered slate roof
holding heat,
holds it eternal
cool of lisle melds with flesh
i loosen my wrap
and look up
his eyes are blue,
they grow dark from shadowed hues of overhead slate
darker from want
they should be brown,
brown eyes
i look away,
turn back,
suddenly immersed in pools
of still cave waters
he does not know;
he does not yet remember,
and over a hundred years must pass before he does
my breathing quickens
he hands me a rose,
the rose has such beauty;
a red so rich and deep,
black,
unlike any i’ve seen
thick velvet petals brush my lips,
timeworn kisses caress
movement
of unspoken words
i do not like roses,
it is sunflowers i love.
cranky motors on cobbled streets
in vieux carre’
break the silent puffs of blue smoke
damp silk embraces my body
in the chalk-dust brick building
intertwined in trailing english ivy and
rusted wrought iron
my fingers wrap around tall sweated glass,
smooth,
filled with lemoned sweet tea
an overhead havana spins slow,
stirs citrus air,
teases
complex aromas of earthy,
male musk rise,
fuse,
stirring pimeval memories
cool of silk molds to heated skin,
i peel away sodden threads,
expose glistened flesh,
and look up,
searching
his eyes are brown,
wide wading pools of sun-lit amber
growing narrow with need
they should be blue,
blue eyes
i look away, remember,
he is a hundred years away,
my heart shatters
he lays a sunflower on my lap,
the sunflower is aged,
its face dulled, brown, with
spent petals
fingers curl,
withdraw,
reach for timeworn kisses
i do not like sunflowers,
it is roses i love.
What’s playn’ on my CD: Nickelback , Far Away
I wore out my favorite: Mazzy Star, Flowers In December 
Finished: Thousand Splendid Suns, def a fan thumbs-up all the way!
Current Read: Gerald Jones, Ginny Good and in case you stop by, Gerald: I’m loving it– and thanks for the audio too!
::smooch::
