My Chronicler
Leave a commentNovember 4, 2013 by bluberie
With my eyes, I probe you
And then you probe the world around
And see things that I like
Things that others cannot see because they are our vision
My grip holds you firm
And my caressing presses make you open your shutters wide and snap
Every moment of our togetherness on which the world wants to intrude, but cannot
Because it is forever locked out of our grid of pleasure
There are times when you spew out multiple tongue-twisters every second
And wind me up
When you bind me with the speed of your capture
When you pale me with the frequency of your perspectives
Your hunger seems insatiable
And then there are times when you cock back and fall silent,
Tired
Your battery having almost run out
All I do then is tap you yet again
Wiggle my finger over your sweaty shoulders
Press your lean button
Tickle the hollows of your dark neck
Look into the depths of your back
See through your eyes
Feel your shudders as they happen
And you are ready to go
Ready for yet another shot of this wobbly cosmos of people
Ready for mountains, hills and skies
Ready for the stunned silence of chopped trees
Ready for the stillness of lovers cycling by
