Sunday, October 19, 2008
Their Titles and Their Jackets and Their Spines
Their titles and their jackets and their spines
lean up against each other: patient lines
of suitors gather dust.
My books retain relation to a trustless part of me –
I pick them up promiscuously:
welcome more the prospect
of what they might be
than the reality
of holding them
and turning pages
and engaging too inertly
in their printed lives. I wonder if this
bears a clue to why I cannot
seem to work a way to stay –
abide – with you: do the striving living glows
of me fear chapter headings
will depose them? – cool their heat?
Be in rapture with my bedding and my meat
for moments: yes! But afterwards, my darling:
please get dressed.
Should I tell you what I wish
that I could give,
or you could grant?
I wish I could.
Posted by Guy Kettelhack at 10:21 AM
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
Post a Comment