Thursday, January 12, 2012

I do

you remember the corridor?
the corridor which carried our footsteps
like a golden chariot King Ahab
it took forever to understand
the white piano’s tune
our heart beats put it to shame
with every passing moment

we reached the room
turned the knob
the walls had pearled silky paper 
carefully designed for dream catching 
and we knew
there was no exit for love
no stairway, no door
no way out through the narrow balcony
but in each other’s arms

your mouth stilled
by mine
a wet gift from 
the sea
forgotten words

I remember
your hands talking to me slowly
like the lips of M. Monroe to
a crowd of marines
me panicking between lines Mr Baby

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