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taken to hiding...
by J. P. Davies
I'll leap outward and follow,
believing directions correct.
Tracing trails you've left,
sailing paper airplanes.
Closer realizations are seeping
into pores; finding loop-holes.
I've taken to hiding in between
your lips; when he kisses you
you only taste me there.
A reminder so acute it runs
down your face, finding weakness.
I've taken root behind your eyes;
look in his, and reflect
distorted silhouettes of mine.
Fleeing seems to flirt with this,
but finality has not commenced.
I've set camp up inside your ears,
no matter his enunciations;
my song comes through clear.
Disastrous may be times here,
but tragedy has not touched yet.
Because I've soaked beneath your skin,
no matter location or depth he tries,
my hands are there to take you in.
Rest assured I'll remain here,
as long as you stalwartly trench,
between my lips, behind my eyes,
inside my ears, beneath my skin.
04/14/2004 Posted on 04/14/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/14/04 at 07:54 PM What a uniquely drawn haunting this is. I have to say I think your second stanza is simply marvelous...you have managed to weave in the words with the subject who has woven himself into the being of this other person, "realizations...seeping into pores; finding loop-holes...I've taken to hiding in between your lips; when he kisses you
you only taste me there" - oh this is a magnificent revelation of the speaker's 'power' in this situation "no matter" his competition's "location or depth" - what confidence there is in these words. Confidence despite a seemingly destroyed relationship...but the speaker remains irrefutably present in "A reminder so acute...I've taken root behind your eyes." And how I pitty this 'other' so called lover who is yet to see that his love is not actually with him but "between my lips, behind my eyes, inside my ears, beneath my skin" - a wonderful poem J.P. that brings to life some very captivating imagery and reveals the power of 'truth' when one is aware of it. The power of past associations on the present state of mind...that's what I saw :-)
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| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 04/15/04 at 02:08 AM This is touching and beautiful and unique and so artfully written that I'm here in Mrs.Endrizzi's office and I feel like I should cry. This is absolutely breathetaking and gripping and moving and.... gorgeous. There's so much sincerity ringing in this piece. I was right when I said certain topics seem to grab you. This was not anything of what I had expected... this is real, not fabricated, not just a poem... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/16/04 at 01:46 AM Ahhh, the competition reduced to an echo, both by your presence and your words. Definitely one of your recent best Jordan (and that is seriously an understatement), and a new addition to my favorites. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/18/04 at 12:11 AM I was going to say haunting too, someone already has. It's like she's under your occupation, and it's so vividly portrayed. All your hiding places so compelling and in "their face." I really feel this one, and can imagine. A kind of variation on the concept in the Kid Rock-Sheryl Crow song Picture, when he refers to her haunting him in a picture when he's trying to make love to others. Very real.Superb |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 10/29/09 at 02:31 AM landed on this piece randomly tonight, so glad i did. nice work. |
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