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August 11, 2010
She claims me
I like the pink pills, they taste like uncertainty, The yellow ones are more vague,
I am naked without them and so vulnerable, Dr K looks at me and quietly whispers,
" are you sleeping well"? and he corrects me when I try to spell the word MISCHIEF.
He thinks she is good for me, in small doses, maybe twice daily,
A MAJOR DISTRACTION. He calls her. I am not sure, I mean she
is good for me, like a turn in a road to where the scent of jasmines
fills the air. She is good for me like the water that engulfs me and
takes me away in measured silences and comforts. Like when the
sun on an early morning catches me looking out, stretching my bones
yawning. and the way she touches me like I have been hers for a
very long time, maybe.............
I do not hide amongst the columns, I wait for her outside, where the
light is spread for ever and time has evolved to and slowed to a halt,
where she stands in front of me still and there is no one else, nothing else
just silence , where words not dare, and we are within our space.
I tilt my head and walk backward, I am vulnerable and my skin diseased as it is ,
bruised, dried and left for dead for so long, yet she reaches and touches me,
holding my hand within hers, I try to tilt my head , I try to walk back, but time has
evolved to a hush, standing still . She claims me, like I have been hers for a
long time, a very long time.
Posted by Idinraha at August 11, 2010 04:30 PM
Comments
Hmm, a small sense of peace. But for how long? This feels comfortable, like dozing off in a hammock on a perfectly warm summer evening...
Posted by: jen at August 12, 2010 05:15 PM
Well I take as much of her as I may................
Posted by: Idinraha at August 13, 2010 01:50 PM