marriage: a study
Poetry — By Kirsten Penner Krymusa on November 19, 2009 at 12:00 pm
it’s always at night
the whirring fan
the sweat of a too hot day
under too hot sheets
all that closeness
that exposes all that vastness
between who i am
and who are you
my closet renegade
my faraway bedfellow
the thundering sundering silence between us
suffocates me
while you sleep
unflinching
unfeeling
unaware of the many faces
of the spaces between us
the labyrinth of looks and breaths
that we’ve constructed over the years
brick by ancient brick
but all that slaving
striving
sleeping
sidebyside
has blurred the lines between us
the bits of me
rubbed off on you
compelling me to stay
to reach across the crumpled chasm
and tangle my limbs in yours
6 Comments
outstanding. Fantastic. As many sides and facets as a icosahedron. My eardrums resonate with the sound of an oral reading.
Amazing.
so beautiful.
this blew me away!! WELL DONE!!!
wow. that was so beautiful. truly truly.
I love the part about the bits of me rubbed off on you compelling me to stay. So much about marriage is said in that short description. This poem vibrates all the way to my heart. Your poetic voice is beautiful to me.