DieterM
12-05-2011, 09:36 AM
Do you remember this?
The two of us walking barefoot
on a silver beach, backs ablaze,
glimmers hopping on jaunty waves,
our own shadows cooling our feet,
our skin reeking of coconut oil and liquid sun
and grilled octopus,
our arms shiny with tiny white crystals,
fluffy reed greetings floating in the air,
a gnarled olive tree inviting us
to sit down and make sweaty love?
Because I seem to remember it this way,
even if I know we didn’t make love,
no longer under olive trees,
our story getting transparent,
the first fresh turmoils replaced by
whatevers and shrugs and a new cooldom,
and still I looked at you with
pink lenses, the pink lenses of ignorance,
and still we found things to talk about,
little buoys we’d cling to.
And I remember how inconsequential
my unhappiness felt…
The two of us walking barefoot
on a silver beach, backs ablaze,
glimmers hopping on jaunty waves,
our own shadows cooling our feet,
our skin reeking of coconut oil and liquid sun
and grilled octopus,
our arms shiny with tiny white crystals,
fluffy reed greetings floating in the air,
a gnarled olive tree inviting us
to sit down and make sweaty love?
Because I seem to remember it this way,
even if I know we didn’t make love,
no longer under olive trees,
our story getting transparent,
the first fresh turmoils replaced by
whatevers and shrugs and a new cooldom,
and still I looked at you with
pink lenses, the pink lenses of ignorance,
and still we found things to talk about,
little buoys we’d cling to.
And I remember how inconsequential
my unhappiness felt…