Did I ever talk to you? There was a dam
that broke at one point, I guess.
But by then I was already an oyster,
closed and rough and shining.
Lake water does nothing for me.
You are everywhere and I want you there--
but I'm not talking to you,
not like I did. Not with the
sun coming through
while we are underwater.
Not with algae in my eyes.
Not like your hand is there on the table
and my hand is near it
and I want my hand there
without knowing how to move it
with no reserve in my hands--
just motionless sorcery.
Now I am talking to you
and I am saying the same words
but the broken dam is a puppet show.
You cultivate my reserve.
You love to watch me walk away.
You are asking me all the time
to stick around
and keep walking away.
You can have your eyes.
You can put them on my back
and watch me walk away
and keep walking
of course I'll be here
but not like I was.
I'm not talking to you like I did.
Oh, I'm here, yeah. I'm not
wandering off to China,
like I usually do.
I'll be around.
We're friends.
_______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [email protected] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
