maybe I can have a funeral for you
all the parts that pulse and want and sweat and need
all the parts that come alive when he looks at me
maybe I can have a funeral for all the parts that burn
am I resigned to your goodness
to your quiet, caring, faithful love
will I suffocate in my familiarity
disappear from your gaze
all of this is because of you
all of this joy
all of this pain
every beautiful vista sits in your palm
and I want to throw it all away for a frenzied hand playing my ribs
castelfiorentino. maggio 2018.
the bits that burn and leave you breathless
they can’t remain forever
if they lasted they would eat us up
but how much I long for that tender madness
and to see him is to taste it
with tears streaming down my face
I don’t quite know how it all passes and drifts away
time stealing desire from our hearts
our palms
our eyes
familiarity rendering me invisible
- n.nigro 2018