2022-04-30 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
your specter
1/ Your specter strangling my shadow., Spooning his eyes out with a gentle flourish, enjoying your prizes with rapt desire. Squeezing his shoulders until they beg through cracks & moans to be hung in your embrace.
2/ We’re walking down the street in Amsterdam, a city of squeaky bikes & naive tulips & ancient squares & funny streets & two people who don’t know how to talk to one another.
3/ On Fridays, when my room is aglow With rosy light of the afternoon, Your specter pays me a visit In the patch of shadow on the edge of my eye.
I want to say something, to speak To you, to reach out with a hand, Or just a shy finger. As if reaching Could simulate me touching the idea of you.
A visitor resides in my throat. Ghost from some distant land, With roots that trace the shape Of my spine. You won’t leave knowing my name.
3/ I think about how all the lights in the world might be made better if they were somehow given the chance for communion, that is to say, if they were given a friend, or a companion, or just another with which to share, their angels and their ghosts.