Friday, February 18, 2011
if, i spoke in riddles, lyrics, verses, and quotes,
would you get me?
we could be living, breathing the same air
and yet still be a millions worlds apart
if you couldn't (or wouldn't)
understand my heart.
i could have confessed my love for whales, blue skies, and you
and you'd still turn away with confusion
i love the colour of your eyes, crystal,
but never my own reflection.
like glass beads, and marbles.
a conquest.
mine reads cloudy, a murky white
set in sheer black.
barefoot on a summer night.
alexander, i could be
would be.
(your) jade.
except you would only correct me,
Roxana, Stateira, or perhaps Barsine you'd say.
with the still patient, though somewhat exasperated voice
of a preschool teacher.
in the streets we're running free...