Tuesday, August 28, 2012

at least i tasted it

I sit here in my scornful pride above you
imagining
what it would be like for us both
if I could view you as something slightly more
something that wasn't quite beneath my notice
here in the dark
and with my thoughts on transcendence
if I could factor you into them
and take you with me
what that would do for the pair of us.
Then I remember what it took the last time
for us to get on an even playing field
(even for you to overcome that temporarily
and command me)
and I realize now that without those
artificial contrivances
there's no way to attain that
for I have placed myself so high above you
that your survival mechanisms have kicked in
and for my hands to find your body in the way that we both might wish
(might)
would require a suspension of a status quo
that we both buy into almost by accident.

Still, there was that tremor in your voice as you asked me
to warn you.
There was that hunger in your kiss when you took
what you wanted.
There is the way my eyes slide across your body
in the darkness.
There is that tension in the air when we're alone
in my mind.

But I am proud, and you are far below.

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