beneath

stretching to touch
and my fingers
               cannot
move paper

grasping to taste
what you 

  used to 
          give me

left underneath
     and i
     wonder

what is it
    pulling
     us
to feel no more

     us

it’s not we
    
      the conquered

it’s not ours -
this late night
squandered

     it’s not collective -
     this consciousness
wandered

is it mine 
          alone

these marathon emotions
     asunder 
     
this stillness
     (surely ours)
          begs plaintive

     how did we arrive
     so
                         under

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Death of a relationship, in your own unique style...those words say it all. It's always perplexing how we go from being lovers to strangers in a mere beat it seems.

grasping to taste
what you
used to
give me

[Tree]

I felt this, Chem. There are many things that remain unexplained to me. And one of the great mysteries is how two people, in so much love, can squander something so special. I know, desires wane, alliances shift. That thing called ego. But then, the alternative is too ugly for this R poet to contemplate. It might mean, that the best thing that can ever happen to a human being might be completely random, with sad short life spans, and indeed be only ... a chemical reaction... Loyalty and truth, though, I still believe can offset that.

Well done, CM.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this....and i see it on a larger scope...yes, it can be a relationship that lost its pull, between two people...


but i also relate to this on a different level....what happened to the momentum of the sixties..such movement, now, such apathy...
we've lost that pull, also.

[just Penny]

It can be bewildering how everything changes and we don't see it until it's too late to ask "how did we ever get to here?" You have a great opening stanza that depicts the feeling of helplessness perfectly. Good to see you writing again. No, I'm not back. I just dropped by to respond to someone. Penny