dyne7
03-23-2014, 06:32 PM
Seeing Ourselves Hallucinate in Water
You put the windows down, and
for minutes, the human effect took control,
pulled you under me, and you were
happy. Nothing could make us
leave. Even when you hurried down
the freeway, you knew. The long run to
the water tired you, but your pulse did you
no harm. Not the warm sand which leavened your arms,
nor the blood’s nova's which christened you
in silence. Your smile was everything autumn
was good for. Look into me it said. Look upon
the dirge of my suffering. Even when
you’d lose others, your fingers buried
though my hair, sought out that dark Braille.
But I was anonymous. I didn’t stagger
to hell, didn’t take all the right
precautions. How you arrived here
did not matter. When you knelt,
you knelt to affirm your own
drowning, long after you saw
its image. Somehow, that made you
deadly. But who did you address? My
ghosts knew better than to trace your skin
with light. Even your memory knew not to
leave hints. Even the sun knew not to
give me away as you walked back to your car,
the long ride back to shard city pulling you
under violently, because it had nothing to lose.
You put the windows down, and
for minutes, the human effect took control,
pulled you under me, and you were
happy. Nothing could make us
leave. Even when you hurried down
the freeway, you knew. The long run to
the water tired you, but your pulse did you
no harm. Not the warm sand which leavened your arms,
nor the blood’s nova's which christened you
in silence. Your smile was everything autumn
was good for. Look into me it said. Look upon
the dirge of my suffering. Even when
you’d lose others, your fingers buried
though my hair, sought out that dark Braille.
But I was anonymous. I didn’t stagger
to hell, didn’t take all the right
precautions. How you arrived here
did not matter. When you knelt,
you knelt to affirm your own
drowning, long after you saw
its image. Somehow, that made you
deadly. But who did you address? My
ghosts knew better than to trace your skin
with light. Even your memory knew not to
leave hints. Even the sun knew not to
give me away as you walked back to your car,
the long ride back to shard city pulling you
under violently, because it had nothing to lose.