the galleries of our minds

Then she asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Know...

And in the stillness of that moment I thought the word aloud

Know...

Considering the fallacy of reality, 

I internalized the conception of existence; 

It's an image in my mind.

When she sees  me, she turns her lovely eyes my way,

And I give myself to her completely once they meet,

But she only retains what she thinks she sees,

What she thinks she knows.

"Do you really want to know?" She asked.

She was about to divulge,

Deliver herself in words,

To enlighten me on the innerness of her "being".

The knowledge was ever present

I would only be aware of my perception

The context of her diction

In what it would describe,

And herself would exist in two pictures

hung in the galleries of our minds.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

My mind is a stone, cursed with empathy. Your eyes are understanding... a better truth...

[Closed]

absolutely perfect. your writing never ceases to amaze me.

[paul sal.....]

be careful what you ask for

[WE]

excellent poem love the entire style

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like how this deals with how we see ourselves as well as how we see others and how they view us...and the question asked in this poem is so valid...do we really want to know?

[Rehan Roy]

Notional reality is referential to the points of perception-as we see it; while true reality or existence is not referential-as it is. In terms of psychology, when one questions to answer, he/she does it with his/her perceptions.. so 'two pictures' of same person, hanging in galleries of minds. A wonderful poem,written with a great depth.

[Beau Maysey]

What a great analytical poem about such a cliched situation as that where the young couple talks beneath the silver streetlight about how one of them does not "get" the other at all.
I see a scene already set and a type of man walking into it that understands how people work, dissatisfied with such knowledge but aware of it all the same.
It's so sad the amount of divide between any two people and the lengths we have to cross to even come close to understanding one another, empathy our bicycles across a desert of perception.
I like the freedom of this poem, although having a rhyme now and then might help engage a reader a little more, keep him/her from wandering away. I like the title, which reflects on the theme that runs through the poem, although I wanted something a little more relevant to the outside setting.

[Ruth]

Once the words are out there, perception can either be humane or a (censored) lol You have a way with words that thrills and intrigues x

[Ayvid N]

"When she sees me, she turns her lovely eyes my way,
And I give myself to her completely once they meet,
But she only retains what she thinks she sees,
What she thinks she knows."

You always say something so cool, so wise about relationships Xavier! Reading it felt so good and insightful.