Another Time

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 a surgeon

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
Take me home

© s rogers december 2008