Looking at You

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Looking at You

Looking at You
Imagined Conversation
Am I to you?
Funeral Notice
Bike
Reality
One Out of Three

you ask why – perhaps because of a few white strands from your hair like a scar or a royal crest, like terrible memories or fabulous advice, a difficult day, a sleepless sunrise all trailing across your cheek. you ask why – because your proud fingers can become playful in a instant I’m not talking about some magician’s trick but untucking a tight blouse from a shirt… you ask why – because your constantly-escaping hair is the crumple in every fairytale sheet; because an adopted princess is what I’m really looking for, a frog that stays a frog after being kissed. you do know fairytales are just for kids? and I’m not a child anymore. what else? because of your single black dress, the smiles that you hand out like flyers because that dress and the kitten rubbing against your legs both suit you – was there even a kitten? – and because I don’t know if I will get scared in the night by your lips like a river which flows in two contrary directions or mess up or fall like an idiot for you I’ll tell you only once don’t ask me again my heart pounded softly good bye.

translated by Sian Melangell Dafyd

2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments