There you go –
photo albums are filling up faster than I can annotate them
so please take this pen and help me.
I don’t want to forget a single thought.
Yes it’s cliché, but I breathe better this way.
If this is just a parenthetical blip —
Universe give me the strength not to evaporate
because I swear I’d lose all shape and space
if I lost you…
(this is how a lover muses
after the showers
after the bin-bags full of tissues, snot and vomit
this is how she begins to believe:
-not to god, because he moved to the bin-bag long ago-
but praying feverishly to the ceiling, to the sky, to Life,
that you will not leave
that all her epistemological musings on motion
might just have an exception
an exception with a name
and an exceptionally warm tummy.)
Will you please
reassure my sweating heart,
Will you stay in this picture
Leave your hair on my pillow
And your breath in mine
Will you hold me as the trees disintegrate outside my window
Will you argue with the irrationality of my central nervous system
Will you tell it NO
I am staying
I am here
I am here
I am here.
09 June 2011