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buried under layers of silt and words you can't take back
by Lauren Singerpretend with me
that we are journeying somewhere
beyond the doldrums
of our behind closed doors life.
i am pigeon-holed for
your advances penning
your first touch to my kneecaps
in ironed brands and
you think me foolish.
but i am.
i tell you through stained
glass that i have been wronged
once before and you silence me with
wages that could have been
counted on the cards of many
second guesses.
you undress me
with the slow determination
of a thousand snuffed flames.
you hold my breasts as if they
were time capsules.
through back-to-back suffering
we realize that if we
turn around in the night
our faces might meet and
we'll have to
own up to this in the
morning.
01/21/2012 Posted on 01/22/2012
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/22/12 at 02:41 PM It has always seemed to me that men were made to undress women slowly, very slowly and each time to see it again as the first time. To look upon the skin as if it were the first ever seen in this this light and to wonder how it became so beautiful. Unfortunately familiarity breeds contempt. Ah not for the woman but for ouself. Knowing that we do not deserve what is before us and that we can't possibly life up to this reality. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 01/22/12 at 08:10 PM Lauren, I love this, the first line to the last, I particularly love the last stanza and how it keeps me thinking even after the words end. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 01/23/12 at 06:51 PM I've been in the "appreciate the old ways of courtships" frame of mind lately and between the poem and George's post I just wonder where it's all going or has it gone. Even the innocence of it all has long been lost. I suppose it's the innocence I miss. This poem really sets a scene. Concise and well done as always. ~JPP |
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