Apocrypha

We ran away from the party

To hide under the guise of soft horse-sounds:

Hay, and whisper-swishes of tails.

On the cold ground I sat,

With you four feet away.

(It felt like a lifespan).

My secrets stuck like gum beneath a table,

I imagine where you go, you think not of me

But of them.

A lifetime of want made me

Exhale a cloud of all the bad things:

Frustration, vague sin.

Little sips of wine, even.

In the dark of this haven,

The horses flick their ears forward to listen

And I silently beg you not to sing

Because I can’t fall in love with you

Anymore.

Reviews

[Andra Dare]

A very clever poem expressing vulnerability, introspection and perhaps a steadfast, but unrequited love. The analogies are pleasantly surprising and refreshing, and the scene i so skillfully depicted that I felt and experienced everything passing viscerally. This is a poem I'd add to a collection. And I'm picky.