Friday, December 24, 2010

Monologue

Monologue



I tend to overlook
the obvious.

Nothing wrong
with some skin covering
the exact dimensions

of my desire
when you are by my side
in a dream.

I deposit time
in your body, divide
myself between

you and your eyes.
I say: it’s the last time.
Listen, and self-destruct.

Seagulls and
the surf approach
and touch me

but they are not
your hand.
I watch you sleep

Among the far away oceans,
my Ulysses, and understand why
mermaids sing to heroes.

I approach you with my echo, 
but you remain distant,

fortified in your alliances.

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