He hit me and it felt like a kiss.

by Aaron Blair

It felt like a kiss, tasted
like McCormick or Wild Turkey,
something nasty and cheap.
It collapsed my pride,
made a footprint where a building had stood,
and in that rubble I found nothing
of myself that I could recognize.
There were no parts of me untainted
by ownership, no limbs not rubbed raw by chains.
If I saw stars, they were black,
tiny wells of gravity.
I had no knowledge of what might dwell there
once I made the voyage inside.
I let go, anyway.
It could always get worse,
but what if?


Author's Note: Title borrowed from old Crystals song. Co-written by Carole King, of course. "And I knew he loved me."

Posted on 10/13/2007
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/13/07 at 04:29 AM

What if indeed. I like the way this doesn't really solve anything. I really missed your stuff.

Posted by Timothy Burns on 09/26/09 at 04:21 PM

Biting material, great atmosphere! A very good poem!

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