12.20.20
GARFIELD
I’m still trying to determine the difference
between different, and unusual
Grey Gardens are unusual
I guess that’s what happens when luxury is your birthright
the weight of so much gold bends the mind
it re-shapes the senses
Like I re-shape her hair
Curls and lipstick
lashes blinking lust into my spine
cracked, wanting to bookmark how her dress
highlights every curve used to hiding behind collar shirts and trousers
this, this I treasure in my my my
memory chest
a different look to the same eyes
unusual would be giving my number to a man with too much nerve
to roll back his car
at our exposed thighs
how fucking dare you
claim right to my attention
tongue hanging out your mouth – more canine than human
unlike you, feline
who wondered in tonight.
different, or unusual?
you turned my home neverland
a place that time forgot
or maybe, a place holding it’s breath,
hoping time wont stumble upon it.
It’s all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. And I try to dream responsibly, but I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence. Because to love, so purely, so quickly the same being that shuts your throat closed sounds more nightmare than dream. Whoever you are; not unusual nor different. The same togetherness of destruction that comes knocking at my door.
You are proof, that sometimes Kismet just happens.