Monday, October 17, 2011

Obliterated Spaces

Once there was a space a goddess made,
from scratch, for you,
lined with tenderness and lust and forgiving lapses.
But vacuums want filling,
our physics teachers said.
You came by to fill
with words with eyes with restlessness.
You liked that space before it got crowded
with my dreams.
The space did not expand - got used up I guess.
It got smaller, denser all the time.
How curious, to have been caught up there,
like a tiny voiceless tiger.
A jarred hunter.
And who tightened the lid? and who let it loose?
Don't answer that, I wasn't asking.
Get that genie back in. It's time to let the worms have a go.

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