Sleeping with this Man: For my Friends in India in praise of their Journal, FriedEye


Sleeping with this Man


He walked into my dusk
so awake my shadows left
fearing his reprove.

Then he spoke in the softest
of voices asking without asking.
I wanted to watch my petals open

while listening to his footsteps
in the Fried-Eye of my memory,
but I surrendered to whatever

it was I had perceived
by dawn’s mirror.




* Originally written in December of 2008.  I know it is difficult to think of a journal as a man or a woman, or even as a friend's toy chihuahua, Lorca (he is transgender haha---) But this is the man referred to in the poem.


sergio

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