JOSHUA LEON

Selected Poems

WHAT WEAKNESS IS THIS?

 

Do you recognise me?

I am your stranger,

Neither you,

Nor I, arrived

Together,

​hence, we are attached,

​bound, ​​the story

​I told you,

Once,

before…

remember?

​remember…,

​​remember,

please,​​remember!

 

​​                        [a song plays]

​​                        [a song plays]

​​                        [a song, plays]

 

your entrance marked our beginning,

dressed, head, to toe,

in washed out white,

I followed a light

Sipping on elderflower

And lemonade, paid for

​by a friendly other,

drifting, as water, in a ravine

or the silk, sliding, over the bed

my head, …

​spinning

nestled, quietly, in a pose I made often,

your fingers, pacing along

the weep in my brow

hairs hoping to alight

as a sweet shiver slid from the base of my back

remaining there, for some time

lessen your touch

 

my tongue’s soul, lost,

licking from left to right

and chewing sweetly on the abscess’s scar,

​I wished to sing a tune,

Humming in perfect pitch

Or what seemed to be,

Perfect pitch,

 

​​[not yet – holding a ribbon, the ​​​moment fades, from the window,

​​the shutters sliding, slowly, into

​​a close, eyes drifting]

 

catching his fixed gaze,

which I had wished to evade,

as the soft touch

diminished the hard texture

adorned

 

what weakness is this?

 

 

 

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