After We Met
I want to show you with my body what
I cannot say with words. I’ll tangle you
In limbs and fingers; work to see you caught
In ropes of love that bind as fast as glue.
When you weigh the days out, unseeing,
I want to curl around you just like smoke.
Fool that I am, fool that you are, being
Foolish together may be our only hope;
Hope so thick you could eat it with a spoon
Fills me up like five fingers in a glove.
I’m Cerberus barking at a wafer moon
Until he’s triply, truly hoarse from love.
Yet is it love? Or is it the disaster
That follows love, sure as dog follows master?
(December 2012, Belgrade)
December 4, 2012