Saturday, July 16, 2011

I Loved Lisa

I loved Lisa because
she listened to everybody
and when she listened
she tilted her head just so
and when she tilted, listening
her chin sloped
an Ivory line to love
We talked, she listened
I loved the line of Lisa's chin.

I loved Lisa because
she carried everything
and when she carried,
she learned,
and when she learned,
carrying,
her scooped neckline slipped
burnt carmel shoulder
I never tasted
She carried so much
I ended each night imaging
my tongue to her scooped carmel breast bone

I loved Lisa because
she remembered what she could
and she belted Tori Amos, driving
And when she belted, she echoed
like a beacon over the moonlit waters of time

I loved Lisa because
because
because
She loved me back
voraciously, greedily she loved me
she devoured me as much as you can devour
a friend

The closet doors amplified
the bass of our longing
Had they opened, it would've been deafening.
Had we caressed, we'd have burnt, branding
Had our nipples brushed something subatomic would have detonated
Had I reached inside Lisa, like I wanted to
I doubt I'd ever have come back out.