On Us

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On Us

1.

I would bow down,

I would place knees, hands, forehead,

tears to floor as dirty as I’ve done you.

I would lie,

soft skin of back

on roughly traveled tracks, across

dirt ditch, on bed of

nails more than nine inches, soul wide open

so you can see prayers

spilling sorrow begging,

“Forgive me, lover, for I have sinned.”

 

 

2. 

I was Christened as a babe.

At four, born again, eleven

again.

All you must do to be loved

by the lord

is ask and accept

him into your heart.

Christianity provides no real model for romance.

 

 

3.

come home.

i've paid well past my penance.

 

 

4.

please

touch me

with your mouth

your hands

your whole

take hold of me

catch me

in this space i

give up to no one

i need to know you’re listening

 

 

5.

yesterday i told you i loved you

didn’t leave you a chanel-scented sticky

between your ham sandwich

and yogurt it

isn’t tucked away on a napkin in your shirt pocket

i coughed it out to you

through tears

hoping it might catch

a crosswind

enter into your ear or heart or

hand or

head

i hoped miles away you’d feel me breathing

each inhale an expectation

an urgent

prayer fixed for you

a drawing you in

there are no exhales

that's giving in and

i’ve already lost you

a million times over

in each dialtone each

signing out or off

your signature is a sign of tears

to come fears to face

facts refusing to falter

dig the discrepancies:

you belong with me but are not mine.

we are in love and will never make love

again

you are happy in,

but not at,

home.

you care not to hold but can't release

my heart.



Comments [1]

WriterInResidence's picture

Quick,

rich and honest. Love!

kholi, I might just have to leave you a love note. Wink