The other side of a kiss
"What's on the other side of a kiss?" you asked at the hotel room door, another province, some conference on some theory or another.
This was before your metamorphosis, your thickening, the bark crust nights and days, back when we were pulsing stainless skinless grubs.
Never told you it was not an easy no, how I avoided your mouth, circling the room to find some way not to see you circling the room while you chewed a whole roll of lifesavers which seems so Freudian now.
I wanted to throw a blanket on you, throw open a window like some Bronte heroine.
"What's on the other side of a kiss?"
A question given to you by two women in the downstairs lounge wanting to kiss one another, wanting to kiss you or me, licking the rims of their martinis, thick lipped and beleaguered in the heat wanting something, the kind of something that caesarians the room. Looking for the wake of a kiss.
The deferral of a kiss, indefinite grace, and yet perhaps not so clearly fear when you factor in my actor and your dentist, the open arms of clumsy men waiting at home though they never saw this moment, this image, two men in a hotel doorway chewing a question someone else gave them, faithlessly wanting to slip.
R.
This was before your metamorphosis, your thickening, the bark crust nights and days, back when we were pulsing stainless skinless grubs.
Never told you it was not an easy no, how I avoided your mouth, circling the room to find some way not to see you circling the room while you chewed a whole roll of lifesavers which seems so Freudian now.
I wanted to throw a blanket on you, throw open a window like some Bronte heroine.
"What's on the other side of a kiss?"
A question given to you by two women in the downstairs lounge wanting to kiss one another, wanting to kiss you or me, licking the rims of their martinis, thick lipped and beleaguered in the heat wanting something, the kind of something that caesarians the room. Looking for the wake of a kiss.
The deferral of a kiss, indefinite grace, and yet perhaps not so clearly fear when you factor in my actor and your dentist, the open arms of clumsy men waiting at home though they never saw this moment, this image, two men in a hotel doorway chewing a question someone else gave them, faithlessly wanting to slip.
R.
posted by rwgray at
9:10 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home