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Still Life

The thing is—
he could
he can
he does
cut me open
sometimes
just by leaving
me alone
when the space
between us
begs to be
closed
reduced
punctuated
by a word
or a promise
of nearness
but there is
so much
silence
emptiness
doubt
filling me up
I don’t know
if there will be
room for him
when he—
if—
he decides
to come.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
4-18-17

“Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog” by Caspar David Friedrich, 1818

Mad Love

Madness.
This is what you want.
This is what you hope for
crave
desire.
This is what you’ve never had.
You want love to mean necessity
no matter what.
You want love to mean
whatever it takes.
You want love
to be waiting up for you
longing for you
searching for you
carving out a place for you
dying for a moment with you—
sometimes you want love to say
just a minute
to everything but you—
You,
who would give life and limb
to hold such passion in your arms—
to return it
breathe it
swallow it
become it—
this is what you want
on a night like this
when everything you have to give
is contained inside you
boiling
steaming
waiting to be wanted
and consumed—
all of it going
to such terrible waste.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
3-1-17

 

“Lady of Shalott” John William Waterhouse, 1888

Why I Love Him

We don’t need each other, really,
in a desperate kind of way
like high school kids
dying for just one hello in the hallway—
we aren’t betting everything
that the queen of hearts
will give us her blessing
and a happily ever after—
we just know what feels right
right now—
and it happens to be the question mark
our bodies make when we’re still
after making love
and curled up naked and content
beside a fire that is slowly dying.

 

 

 

DeMaris
3-4-17

Painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec “In Bed the Kiss” 1892

Little Earthquakes

Love
has no power
in the night
when your need
for him becomes
a tremor
you cannot calm—
and throughout
the dark hours
little earthquakes
disrupt your sleep
even though
he’s professed to you
an equal depth
of feeling—
but there is no magic
that can turn
your body into hers
when she wakes up
in the circle
of his arms.

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-25-17

Photo by Deanna Morae

 

In the Night

 

The night
used to be
a bridge
I crossed
blindfolded
and fearless
knowing
the sun
would soon
return
to its usual
state of
illumination
but since
I know
how your
body fits
so perfectly
into mine
the night
is empty
without you
and so large
I am lost
and afraid
you were
only a light
inside
my dream.

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-3-17

“The Fisherman and the Syren” by Frederic Leighton 1858

 

 

 

 

Blank Spaces

It’s so easy
to love you
knowing
what I know
and
what I don’t
doesn’t matter
yet
but it will
one day
when
I realize you
don’t
really like
the way
I _____
and I find
I can’t really
imagine
how
I could live
with_____
and we don’t
really_____
the way I thought
we would
and you
might
feel _____
because I _____
and maybe
we will
realize
all those
blank spaces
we packed
with our
imagination
didn’t match
the truth
that filled
them in.

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-2-17