Posted by Jai Narayan on September 17, 2004, at 22:00:18
ode to timothy
your sensual hands run over my body
my skin raises in goose bump trails
our first meeting in the bar
your voice soft as you murmur about Heidegger and Nietzsche
my mind quickens by such talk
our long blond hair tangles together as your books arrive in boxes
your lip dusted with mothers chocolate chip cookies
my day alone is filled with longing for you
our spare bedroom converts into a painting studio
your body is pink and fleshy masking your dancing muscles
my how do we become we
our paintbrushes in the same glass I paint in blue as you requested
your face turns green with envy when you look at my creation
my need is to be praised
our bedroom is dark as I wait for you
you leave notes in your philosophy books about a blonde women in your dreams
my face turns a more vivid green
Our love is waning and she is always there waiting for you to leave me
you leave me
my pain is chilled as I am waiting in the dirty snow bank for you to come home
Our home is without heat
you greet me and are surprised by my energy, “I thought you were sad?”
My pain gathers as you hold her arm
our relationship is ended and a soothing voice in my head says, “Go home, it’s over”
poster:Jai Narayan
thread:392169
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