Posted by Jai Narayan on February 14, 2005, at 19:11:55
Daughter #4
Mom
My lips painted a blood red
sucking on the butt of a Winston cigarette
leaving a red rim on the yellowed filter
these lips form a heart shape this valentines day
as I pucker to wail
my lament
when is he coming
my youthful interloper
my quixotic heart quickens
Dad
I am waiting for you to come
my wizened pale face
rests
lips like a scratch
stretch into a grimace
hands that held my children’s faces tenderly
rest weary against my bone thin broken hip
I can hear my breath catch and rattle
deep in my heart constricting fluids fill
when is she coming
my quixotic heart quiets#4 daughter
I awaken
dad is dying
tears wash my sleep aside
over the ringing the the phone
hands trembling
I touch the match to the wick
light illumines the dark chambers of your heart
I inhale
my breath catching in my constricting throat
I have thought about this day all my life
like the unwilling starlet I grace the stage
my eyelids close off all traces of the flame
I search for you
in darkness my heart palpitates
I have lost you
My quixotic heart quells
poster:Jai Narayan
thread:457866
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