In the moment that is a lifetime and a second
She knows my history with her own refrain
We’ve walked through each other’s lives, sat at the same table
Shared the same last supper and risen again
She’s treating me well for now, but she knows how to devour
Nobody’s special
And if it’s special I want, then I need to learn from her
She believes she is, while I don’t see my own reflection
Years like climbing vines have separated us
We’ve left behind who we were, if we ever knew
And I drive to a home that isn’t my home
Fast with the window down and my curly hair blown all over
Mirroring my loneliness and my yearning
Things I’ve learned to carry, as intuitively as a water woman
Perfecting the art of needing no-one, not spilling a drop
And soon it will be too dark for me to see
I’ll sit in the kitchen, lights out and my fancy clothes still on
Smelling the evening on my body and hearing the nightingale
Cantor in shadows moving languidly against each other
She sings like you do, making beauty out of silence
A striking image created in those last four lines— haunting
And you sing beauty out of memory and desire.
That’s beautiful, lovely. Thank you for sharing it.
I don’t like “soon it will be too dark for me to see”
Thank you so much lovely woman
Thank you so very much
Of course.