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under the table
by Lauren Singerwe are careful-handed and sincere,
not sitting too closely at the table.
when your foot grazes mine
and for minutes we do not move, hardly breathe
and the conversation around us heightens,
we laugh loudly and do not look at each other.
the first break in momentum we thrust our feet away
and i sit on mine as though to say,
"see that never happened"
and we,
we were never lovers.
in my dream,
i touch your face and you say,
"i am happiest when i am with you."
when we are face to face,
what are we supposed to say?
"i miss sleeping with you"?
"i am lonely all the time, now"?
"i miss the shape of you beneath me"?
so we don't say much, really.
sometimes we graze toes under the table
and for now
that's enough. 02/26/2010 Posted on 02/26/2010
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/26/10 at 08:31 PM WOW, you could never imagine the memories from years ago this brings back. It is amazing what happens under the table. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/26/10 at 09:19 PM I'm with George...the most vivid memories of two times when i felt the grazing of toes under a table just came back to me...along with their very sensual aftermaths...Brought a smile to my face apart from the bittersweet meaning in this poem, Lauren, as your journey of self-discovery continues..:0 |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/26/10 at 10:19 PM I'm really glad you brought it back to the little things. I think a majority of forget about those things and take them for granted. This is powerful with imagery and is definetly something that will haunt the reader. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/26/10 at 10:19 PM I'm really glad you brought it back to the little things. I think a majority of forget about those things and take them for granted. This is powerful with imagery and is definetly something that will haunt the reader. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/27/10 at 04:07 AM What is it about feet touching under a table - such a simple, yet sensuous encounter. There is a solid feeling of past, present here, and even a possible future in the open ending. |
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