People
come and go
like
transients
in the night,
in and out
of our lives.
Archive for November, 2006
Do not
touch
me
with
curious
fingertips
as
they
leave
a lasting
impression
on
Skin
as
delicate
as
mine.
I am always
too much
and
never
enough.
Contained,
self-possessed,
watchful,
weary,
wary.
Effusive,
enthusiastic,
overly affectionate.
Smiling,
listening,
secretive,
unavailable.
Lost
in a
battle
of
want
and
need.
Wanting
to need,
needing
to be
without
wants.
I am
always too much
and
never,
ever,
enough.
Who are you when you think no one is watching?
Do you smile absent-mindedly when you hear the sound of laughter or do you frown and see it as an unwelcome intrusion into your busy day?
Who are you when you think no one is watching?
Do you pay attention to the person who is sitting next to you on the bus, the train, standing in line next to you in the store or do you pull your belongings closer to you and avoid eye contact?
Who are you when you think no one is watching?
Do you sing along with the radio and keep time by drumming your hands on the steering wheel when you are stuck in traffic or do you pick your nose and curse as though the car not moving in front of you is somehow responsible?
Who are you when you think no one is watching?
Know what? Someone is always watching, they see you whether you see them or not and they know a piece of you now, they know who you are when you think no one is watching.
Some disturb
nothing,
their
presence
is barely
feltwhile
others
shake things up,
move things around.
nothing,
their
presence
is barely
feltwhile
others
shake things up,
move things around.
These
previous
tenants
forever
leave
their mark
before
moving on.
Transients,
ghosts
who
take up
refuge
in whatever
space is
available,
never
caring
if there
was a
true
vacancy
or not,
leaving
a void
that
can not
be filled,
can
only
be
patched over,
sanded down
so
the
next guest
can see
the
remnants
of change
and the
marks left
on us
by
previous tenants.
Words pour forth
strung together
by
a fragile
thread
and
dance on
a flickering
screen.
Thoughts
find
escape
through
frantic
fingertips
clicking
on black keys
bathed in blue light
reflecting on white skin.
Naked.
Stripped
bare
by
words
that
dance
on
white skin
bathed
in
blue
light
returning
to their
source
turning
burning
a
never
ending
cycle.
