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IndigoEve
Member

since 2003-01-10

Posts 279
Etched in the illusion of time

0 posted 2004-12-24 05:33 PM

This is for the one who will touch me in these years to come (I know), and for one who already has.

This is also a WiP, so don't expect perfection, please.

~~

I.

Lo siento, señor.
Look closer.
It seems I've neglected to tell you everything,
like I swore I had two years ago
in that two a.m. tete-a-tete.
(I know you remember.)
You see, I am from a world where I speak deux lenguas:
by day, secretly in love with the table spices
in gazpacho, and the way its chill slips
down the back of my throat with a velvet efficiency -
podría tener te amé, but I never got that close to whisper it
into your hair, because I knew. I knew.
And I was the only one.

By night, I sold my soul to the diminutive wisps of cappuccino
that you never drank, saying Gloria Jean's was an evanescent
favorite of yours.
When I sigh to him in my ailing French,
he can't offer to show me the ground of a seemingly endless profundity,
and I am at fault, I know. I know.
And you were the only one who, as I struggled for pronounciations of les sons
in the early hours,
would not bless my efforts at its mastery.
Instead, you would laugh, half-confusedly,
and ask what I had just said. Oh,
je vous ai aimé, j'ai vous ai toujours aimé?
I repeated those same words, always in threes,
and confessed in purposefully broken English
that it's a beautiful day for jasmine tea,
...isn't it?

Je suis désolé, monsieur
The time has come when I must turn eastward, and start walking
back to him, forgetting to look back at you when I cry,
like you told me to
(it seems) so many years before.

II.

Now, you're across the table from me, and though I enjoy listening to your words unwind after several hours while I sip this flower tea in our Chinese café creation,
this sentence has to end.

Mid-conversation, I interrupt silently, and against your questions I press this folded note into the grooves of your palm. (Maybe one day you will read it, and understand who I truly was.)
You are quiet, suddenly, and I sweep out of the restaurant with one last breath of my native tongue still left inside of me.
Always, always, always, I will miss you -
I stop only long enough to turn around as the red sun is bleeding transparence like that beautiful night when we first came here, and I know you will return to your lover, just as I shall discover mine.
And with that, the horizon beckons me to follow her down,
so I turn and answer the call.

If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2004-12-25 09:39 AM

I feel two things,
like I've eavesdropped...
or read a private diary...

beautiful!

EagleScorpion
Senior Member

since 2000-03-08

Posts 1644
Here, Now, Forever

2 posted 2004-12-25 01:02 PM

reading this i can tell you are a highly intellectual person. i feel great things coming from you in the future. today is a perfect day for... spiced cider... and chai tea.. not jasmine tea.. but thats because its christmas.. but anyways.. good luck in learning to speak French. such a beautiful language..

ecrivan
Member Elite

since 2001-12-10

Posts 3923
my own state

3 posted 2004-12-25 03:36 PM

as a gifted writer such thoughts belong in novel form..unless you are already doing so..a pleasure to read your thoughts

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

4 posted 2004-12-26 10:35 AM

Mid-conversation, I interrupt silently, and against your questions I press this folded note into the grooves of your palm. (Maybe one day you will read it, and understand who I truly was.)
You are quiet, suddenly, and I sweep out of the restaurant with one last breath of my native tongue still left inside of me.
Always, always, always, I will miss you -
I stop only long enough to turn around as the red sun is bleeding transparence like that beautiful night when we first came here, and I know you will return to your lover, just as I shall discover mine.
And with that, the horizon beckons me to follow her down,
so I turn and answer the call.
what can one say when they read perfection~~
"just beautiful"

M

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