Waking, #127 by Kris @ EcclesiastesOneTen
I’VE GOT A DATE TONIGHTnow is the time to make the bed, fluff the pillows,
arrange them on the queen mattress for one sleeper,
now is the time for pale fingers curved over steel
and resin, a thin soprano rising, haunting, over
the silence that has its roots in living alone.
for once in my life i have turned my back on pain
instead of making my body a cradle for more. instead
of falling for skittish boys, i am finding handholds
in the new bedrock of my soul.
i am playing love songs for every woman that arranges
a single place setting at dinnertime.
let the seduction of our self