Erica Jong - I Sit At My Desk Alone

Erica Jong - I Sit At My Desk Alone

I sit at my desk alone br as I did on many Sunday br afternoons when you came br back to me, br your arms aching for me, br though they smelled br of other women br and your sweet head bowed br for me to rub br and your heart bursting br with things to tell me, br and your hair br and your eyes br wild. br br We would embrace br on the carpet br and leave br the imprint of our bodies br on the floor. br My back is still sore br where you pressed me br into the rug, br a sweet soreness I would never br lose. br br I think of you always br on Sunday afternoons, br and I try to conjure you br with these words br as if you might br come back to me br at twilight br but you are never coming back br never. br br The truth is br you no longer exist. br Oh you walk the world br sturdily enough: br one foot in front br of the other. br But the lover you were, br the tender shoot br springing within me, br trusting me with your dreams, br has hardened br into fear and cynicism. br br Betrayal does that br betrays the betrayer. br br I want to hate you br and I cannot. br But I cannot br love you either. br br It is our old love br I love, br as one loves br certain images br from childhood br shards br shining in br the street br in the shit. br br Shards of light br in the darkness.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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