March 2004 Archives

Often, I find myself eating with

a knife blunt-side down

This evening I saw you from across the street, G. She carried her shoulders back and walked purposefully as you do. Your littlest gestures will always be familiar to me. Much of you (but perhaps not your walk) already has become me. I often notice you in my own playful reflections.

Last weekend I kissed you, C. She smiled and was paralyzed by our energy as you use to. I will always have your eyes closely gazing into mine. We kissed as strangers kiss (as the book title said). And as hard as I try I cannot remember what she looked like beyond this sacred vision of your face.

We kept each other's company for a while. Until it got too awkward to ignore the rest of the party. And later, as you were to leave you came by to say goodbye. I kissed the back of your hand. You moved closer and it immediately became clear we needed to pull each other aside. Away from the crowd, this way around the corner and behind the bookshelf. Before it again becomes an entry to another room full of people. Where it seemed private enough to draw out a kiss. A kiss into a cluster of kisses. Words fainted as everything whispered left my memory almost immediately. Though my fingers remember what felt of your hair. And the rustling sound your hand made as it crept over my chest. Someone said... "I could fall in love with someone like you". Sounds like something I'd say.

I know it's Spring

Decibel-ads, they tell me to spring

A day

(of) me

and sun, symphony in C

chasing dust particles

Adance

underneath my lids