Posted Monday, July 19th, 2010
Hot water is filling the air.
The shower is steaming around me,
as boiling hot as the mismatched paint colors
sparring on the wall.
My boyfriend is visible through the tropic fog
and we rub together like leaves against light.
We rub together like two broken stones,
rubbing to disintegrate each other,
to wear each other down.
Lust is a child collecting us all in a
using our bodies to break one another
and shape each other into what
Too many rocks have chipped at me,
and I crumble against you,
and you don't know it.
Even while I'm shattering from outside in,
I wonder why -in my mind-
it could never be just the two of us.
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Posted by Margot Miller on Tuesday, July 20th, 2010 at 9:25 AM
Wow, so much more here than a cheating boyfriend. I love the stunning images for the transparency and chipping away of failed boundaries.
Posted by Emily Iekel on Thursday, July 22nd, 2010 at 6:33 PM
I think the image of lust as a child in a shoebox, forcing us into situations we might perhaps not really want to be in, is a very innovative and powerful one. Perhaps lust also precludes other things.
Posted by Craig Heavey [ email@example.com
] on Saturday, March 5th, 2011 at 9:43 PM
I read a disturbingly frank discussion of internet porn and base desires for control and domination. The article was in the Atlantic Journal. Well written. I was relieved when I found this poem about our dynamics. "Even while I'm shattering from outside in, I wonder why-in my mind-it could never be just the two of us." Our oneness must come from above and our twoness from each other. Even as we desire to meld we fear being lost. This is the ebb and flow of relationships. We are here to help one another in our journeys. We do not meet our maker hand in hand... Though even the sons of gods found the daughters of men to be desirable... (genesis 6:1-8) I think we need to help one another be two. Though, even as I write this I know I will be cold and lonely with out you........
Posted by Donna Levy [ firstname.lastname@example.org
] on Monday, May 9th, 2011 at 10:40 AM
Lisa, this is an excellent poem. More about our inner struggle with desire and need than about relationships with other people. The other is merely a mirror "to crumble against."
Very well done. Love, Donnachka