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