Safe AdmirationA Poem by Marie AnzaloneI have tried seeing other futures. I have invited my desires to lunch, tied my fantasies to my bed with handcuffs and silk scarves; passed days walking around emptied and completely filled, with such intimate pains and bruises and this sensation of being opened so far I will never close again. I have lain in the dewy grass at night, asked the shooting stars to deliver me to new destinies. Closed my eyes to kiss the wind and thus explored the open mouth of my greatest fears. But very few tongues ever understood mine as deeply and wetly, as yours.
My throat wants to moan your name when gripped tightly in the hands of another age. I ride those crashing interior waves of other seas in the vessel you constructed and gave to me. I travel outside myself to nonexistent lands in search of your footsteps. The teeth of your soul sink into my shoulder and neck and breast, pinning me in this world while my body tries to levitate into the next. No, this is not some tame intellectual long-distance longing, this is not some safe admiration.
It is still the taste of your dreams I lick from the fingers of my most salacious nights. I will know you by the eyes. When I found enough courage to peer into the scrying glass, they looked steadily back at me from my daughter’s face. I could only see the planes of the back of the man walking away from me, again. Him, I did not recognize. But those eyes… looked a lot like yours.© 2017 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 22, 2017 Last Updated on September 7, 2017 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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