Painting by Peter Severin Koyer

I could have loved you
and stroke your hair back from
your sweaty forehead
with my mind:
it would be a dream within a dream,
a metaphor written on your distant skin.

I would study the rhythm of your walk
as you realized how small my body was
to hold my outsized soul.
Your thoughts would curl
under my skirt and love would kneel
in front of you and gently kiss your legs.

I could have loved you 
as the moon sews the satin stars.
We would open ourselves
and our latitudes would be the same
when I whispered your name in my moments
of oblivion, in my pleasure and pain.

I imagine you writing me poems,
undressing the night,
teaching me a language I will never speak.
I imagine you awakening things in me:
things forgotten,
things unsaid,
things unheard.

I could have loved you
but you never looked up
enough to see me.
You disconnected the machines,
slowing my heartbeat.
Couldn't tell you to stop;
 my throat was too tight to speak.
 (But you wouldn't listen to me anyway)

The lines on the monitor went flat.
You killed me.
Why am I still breathing?

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

1 comment:

  1. WOW Flower!! Powerful! You had me on the edge of my seat! I could not hold a candle to this! EXALT!