A Cage To Hold My Dreams
Celia
Celia is in bed now,
sleeping, not thinking of me,
not thinking of anything at all.
Before laying back she brushed her hair
singing to herself the words
of a song by Spandau Ballet.
Not unreasonably, her husband
wanted to make passionate love to her
because she always looks so sexy,
so distractingly beautiful.
Celia took his weight on her hips
as expertly as if she
had written the Khama Sutra.
I have no right to expect from her
anything resembling love.
I cannot write myself into her affections
like the hero in a play
who dashes in during the final act
and sweeps the leading lady off her feet
Yet, why do we exist if not to have
impossible dreams,
if not to inhabit from time to time
a fantasy world where unspoken desires
are granted at the snap of a finger
and where Celia could love me
without anyone suffering.
Another midnight,
tenderly, Celia guides his finger
to the middle of a small target
I am as far from her mind
as the man who sat beside her
during the evening rush-hour
I scribble something hurtful
about her and immediately tear it
into a dozen little pieces.
sleeping, not thinking of me,
not thinking of anything at all.
Before laying back she brushed her hair
singing to herself the words
of a song by Spandau Ballet.
Not unreasonably, her husband
wanted to make passionate love to her
because she always looks so sexy,
so distractingly beautiful.
Celia took his weight on her hips
as expertly as if she
had written the Khama Sutra.
I have no right to expect from her
anything resembling love.
I cannot write myself into her affections
like the hero in a play
who dashes in during the final act
and sweeps the leading lady off her feet
Yet, why do we exist if not to have
impossible dreams,
if not to inhabit from time to time
a fantasy world where unspoken desires
are granted at the snap of a finger
and where Celia could love me
without anyone suffering.
Another midnight,
tenderly, Celia guides his finger
to the middle of a small target
I am as far from her mind
as the man who sat beside her
during the evening rush-hour
I scribble something hurtful
about her and immediately tear it
into a dozen little pieces.
