Another Time (rev)

he was not Tall
she was not Beautiful

Together
they were
                     Stunning

their fingers laced
poured forth confection
Irish creme
Dulce de leche
a deadly combination
heady
rare
addictive
to which no
                one
was immune

at parties,
often asked but seldom attended,
they
      separated
graciously spreading the gift of
Themselves
from room to room to room

“You are so lovely tonight…”
“You can’t possibly be that age…”
to every tired threadbare
countenance that made
its way across their stage

‘though it was no
act
who they were
was
who they are
and had been
evermore

still

still

beneath them ran a
Sorrow
that
spoke
of LivesLost
You know she can’t have children
of DreamsForsaken
He could have been an artist
of LonelinessUnbridled
They are never not together

which was

true

true

but it is not loneliness!
Yes, darling, I know

it was rather an
Un
willingness
to face a minute more
one without the other

Why should we?
when there have been so many
Lifetimes
spent apart
spent alone
Lifetimes
spent languishing
in other arms
at other hands
Lifetimes
spent listening
always listening
for the sound of
a voice
that voice
the voice
his voice
soft and swollen like a bruise
her voice
warm and smooth like scotch

voices that know
voices that see
voices that hear
from one
                   Time
to another

Take me home

Yes, darling, yes
Take me home

© s rogers 25 june 2011

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