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before vulnerability
by Lauren Singer
wait for me, won't you?
"it's moving on time."
isn't that what you said
when we promised not to make
excuses for greener pastures?
you do not believe in fate,
so keep your promises.
we can learn from this.
some night,
months from now,
i will remember the thunder storm and
the christmas lights over the wood-framing.
my leg over yours as the rain beat down overhead and
just when we thought the ground would give beneath us,
a great crack split the sky in two.
in our new life,
i will say things like, "let me be frank with you"
and you will kiss me hard on the mouth
without asking permission and we will
share a studio, somewhere in the midwest,
and it will be easier, then.
no more biding time.
there will be no distinction between phrases like
"i love you" and "i have love for you"
but i will feel your hand close over my wrist and
even with my eyes closed i will not question
anything you say ever again,
even if it's 'jump'.
even if it's 'don't look down'. 04/21/2013 Posted on 04/21/2013
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/21/13 at 05:59 PM Oh Lauren, when were you ever not 'vulnerable'? I love your poetry as it helps me past some of my own 'vulnerability' and I see how I bring it on myself. Take care and see ya some where in the midwest. |
| Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 05/11/13 at 01:18 AM It's amazing, and often tragic, how vulnerability can complicate rather than simplify. |
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