So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.

Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands smooth as grapes.
And I watch my words from a long way off.

They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
It climbs the same way on damp walls.

You are to blame for this cruel sport.
They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.

Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.

The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.
You listen to other voices in my painful voice.
Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.

Love me, companion.

Don't forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.
But my words become stained with your love.

You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.



I, Like The View said...

I just don't get it

someone spent from 8pm last night to 1.30am this morning reading every single thing I've ever written (quite obviously they did not read my writing in its entirety, if it only too them that long - and I know that they didn't bother reading your carefuly honed and beautifully thoughtful comments)

why? and if someone's gone to all that bother, why not comment?

do you think they laughed? do you think they cried? do you think they were looking for something?

anyhow, what really bugs me is why it bugs me

katherine. said...

they will probably be back.

I have stumbled onto blogs...and read thru many many posts...and then returned later to take part...

although there have been times I have been reading a blog and fallen asleep...or been called away...and not shut down for quite some time...