This is quite recent by my lazy standards. As will be obvious, conceived this during a metro ride.
I catch your face
through all that crowd,
the metro ride
is suddenly beautiful.
I wish
to show you
my skin,
turn it inside out-
the nerve endings
the routes
the blood flow in.
You are
all bedecked,
festively dressed,
all maroon
and yellow
and turquoise,
Red flows
through your strands
and forehead-
the deepest gash
you'll ever have,
the most colourful
you'll ever be-
whether it decorates
or penetrates
your beautiful face
is perhaps past the point.
You avert
yourself from my gaze
and huddle
like a mirror
without a face
O the scandal, the scandal!
Somehow this moment belongs
to both of us
you seated infront
of my standing frame,
your idea of
a handsome exciting stranger
manifested-
(albeit in terms too strange)
-in my breasts
my fingers
and my perception,
but not my gaze.
--
August 2011
I catch your face
through all that crowd,
the metro ride
is suddenly beautiful.
I wish
to show you
my skin,
turn it inside out-
the nerve endings
the routes
the blood flow in.
You are
all bedecked,
festively dressed,
all maroon
and yellow
and turquoise,
Red flows
through your strands
and forehead-
the deepest gash
you'll ever have,
the most colourful
you'll ever be-
whether it decorates
or penetrates
your beautiful face
is perhaps past the point.
You avert
yourself from my gaze
and huddle
like a mirror
without a face
O the scandal, the scandal!
Somehow this moment belongs
to both of us
you seated infront
of my standing frame,
your idea of
a handsome exciting stranger
manifested-
(albeit in terms too strange)
-in my breasts
my fingers
and my perception,
but not my gaze.
--
August 2011
