The Rialto

September 6, 2010
For the first time
Become aware of appearances
Need to be more aware of appearances
Appearances matter

Stared down through the blue movie screen light
At our hands
His all pale and mine
All dark

This is a weird scene

To be my grabbing hand
Clutching my fingers

Not touching my palm
Or rubbing it

Guys who know what they’re doing

His hand wrapped around four of my fingers
And my thumb was just hanging out

It wasn’t part of my hand

Rubbed my palm with two of his fingers
Like the most important thing in the world
Was the palm of my hand

Held my hand
We were no longer simply us

Lips I hate breaking into a smile

Palm on face

Then on neck

Then on and on

Leaned into each other
Toe to hip to shoulder to lip
Our hands in our pockets

Feel my heart move against my chest
Don’t feel good

Clutch stomach
Twist uncomfortably
No comfortable position for this

Hand feels cool against forehead
Don’t ever move your hand

Break into a thousand pieces

Close eyes
Closing them at many things

Eyes go wide
Questioning stare
Shaking head at
Looks away
And nods

Nods and asks
So much more behind nod

Head moves like that

Fluid, up and down

Again and again

Wipes hands on jeans
Presses them against face
Warm and soft
Will miss hands
And smoky breath and eyes

By nine o’clock
Sitting on steps
By ten
Standing in the doorway
Ringing the bell

All of her looked different to me

To be as burdened by beauty as she is.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback