I Lack

 

How common to say I wait

in this room of gray

as the walls, moldy, dissipate

and jump and play.

Hesitation no longer restrains my moves

though fears of unsatisfying perfection

saw in and out of mental grooves

and increase my lack of elation.

Perhaps I stay alone in my room?

Maybe I find no hope in the sky,

He would be Sun and I his Moon

Though He died, so hardly try.

 

You- you undefined center I lack-

Travel to my temple and graceless Me.

Lay your eyes in me and my back,

my arms, my neck and see

anything at all in me you like.

So few and far between I forget

that my solitudes are so damn alike

and all this half-life is a pale blood-let.

So find me

And we can be alone together.

 

Cinco de mayo 2004