another old lyrical one..
one of many
I found a silver hair
in my mind today
I swear
I have a slowing
tower heart
Beats in shivers
I swear
This must’ve been
one of many
Times I’ve craved
a shower
for a lonely trance
a tiled dance
with myself
I’d disappear
out in a storm
with this
if I believed
I wouldn’t be seen
I found a torn page
in my thoughts today
I swear
You have a dying
lightbulb face
Beats in flashes
I swear
This will not be
one of many
Times I’ve craved
no one other
to feel lightning clean
No I’ll turn
into myself
I’ll disappear
into a mist
with this
I’ll make sure
you won’t be seen
No more
pacing the floor
where you first
kissed me
on my stomach
bare
I swear
my hair near the bottom
of the stairs
beam from the balcony
on our pair
of bodies
I swear
I took a dreamless nap
I took an empty shower
I found a silver hair
in my mind today
It must be
one of many
Out of many striking images I would quote "I found a torn page / in my thoughts today" as very unsettling. This poem bears re-reading.
What first strikes me is the amazing rhythm you achieve, and as the reader slides down the page, caught up in these images you create, the crescendo peaks and breaks as the last lines are read. Great job, this is a wonderful poem.