PILLOW - WEPT
03.24.03 . 1:07 p.m.
the city here is beautiful:
the nude afterglow of the evening sun
the crumpled linens on your bedroom floor
the magazines piled in the corner next to your
the books you'll never read.
my clothes from yesterday, still covering my
my shoes lost underneath your bed
your feet resting across my thighs
youre reading my eyes - i can see it on your face
as you watch me staring at the children
playing on the sidewalk outside of your window
the blinds are pulled up,
i can hear cars passing
and mothers screaming
and men grunting.
the boys are in the other room,
playing on keyboards, playing with guitars,
playing the drums...making noise so loud
i can only feel the pulse of the bass
instead of the thumpthumpthump of my own heart
(it doesnt matter)
you already know it beats finely for you.
i am tuned to a T.
like nylon strings you can never break.
when the sun decides to play hide-and-seek,
we'll already have forgotten its effect on
we'll forget about the seagulls that flew
over the ships that were pulled in at the harbor
near the aquarium
night time is only a fresh start
something new & void of creases
night time is the moment of silences and truth
when between the covers we'll find that maps were
never needed, and that just the two of us
are involved - and points A & B
are your hips to mine.
its as simple as grade school -
no complications, and no mathematics.
we never needed to learn the rules.
(i dont know why we ever bothered)
this house is old - it creaks when you walk
down the stairs.
the doors bend and strain and moan with the walls
the springs inside the matress make small cries
and plead for us to let up - to sleep softly -
to not cry out in such agonizing points of pleasure.
we'll leave the windows open at night - while we
nest inside of your sheets.
when dawn breaks - sunlight will send shadows across
our faces & stomachs & legs.
the sound of morning chirps, buses, little girls
and little boys will be the only music this old place
that, and the sound our bodies will make
when we peel from the skin of blue linens.