Thursday, June 19, 2008

You are younger and I, I am the age I've always been. 

I saw you at the door; you wished the others goodbye. I walked to you for a kiss on the cheek and you caught hold of my hips.  I raised my arms to your neck. I leant back from you. So, Olivia, you said, promise me you'll find me, come to see me, when you’re drunk and tired, and I, full of surprise, tried to kiss you on the mouth. Your mouth was sea salty and bitter. You pulled me down to your bed and I found your body was my own and I said, you were beautiful in your difference! I kissed your sour mouth nonetheless and I traced with my fingers the length of your stolen ribs.