Post by thepoetslizard on Oct 10, 2008 15:56:31 GMT 2
"Areas, Gray"
Now that I have your mind by heart,
Silence becomes this space
Between us, singular as breath.
Now that you have my heart by mind,
You say, "Silence has a way so terribly exact
Even when it means neither no or yes—"
So all the meanings we unsay, we let
Close in on us in gray ambivalence.
If it weren't so precise—
You do not want my heart.
I do not want your mind.
*
"Making Love"
And feline the tongue hungry
for his beginnings and ends; the dent
between his collarbone and the low
drop to the navel where his ribs distend
When he holds you to his chest
to learn the tempo his touch drums
against your breast, he hears
the rhythm of a beast.
He enters you slow, then lunges
to break the prone wound open.
The seam gives; an involuntary
quiver, but this is not a heart—
Even as he says: this is how we love.
And you see the shared bed, the sheets
wrenched with finishedness,
the way a made thing is.
*
web source:
Our Own Voice, October 2004
www.ourownvoice.com/poems/poems2004c-katigbak1.shtml
