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vriad_lee ([personal profile] vriad_lee) wrote2006-03-14 04:22 pm

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One Flesh by Elizabeth Jennings


Lying apart now, each in a separate bed,
He with a book, keeping the light on late,
She like a girl dreaming of childhood,
All men elsewhere - it is as if they wait
Some new event: the book he holds unread,
Her eyes fixed on the shadows overhead.

Tossed up like flotsam from a former passion,
How cool they lie. They hardly ever touch,
Or if they do it is like a confession
Of having little feeling - or too much.
Chastity faces them, a destination
For which their whole lives were a preparation.

Strangely apart, yet strangely close together,
Silence between them like a thread to hold
And not wind in. And time itself's a feather
Touching them gently. Do they know they're old,
These two who are my father and my mother
Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold?

[identity profile] kazablanka.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
and more sadness.. what's up this morning? murry says you've upset him.

[identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
i don't know, i click 'random poem' button on that poetry site, and get what i get. who's murry?

[identity profile] kazablanka.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
murry the cat. the gray one. i have 2 of them. :)

[identity profile] vriad-lee.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
yes i know and they don't have claws!

[identity profile] kazablanka.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
you see...а ты спрашиваешь!