To The Mute Sound of Cars Passing

To The Mute Sound of Cars Passing

A Poem by Nyx

It’s not the length of your legs, Loxley
That had me rummaging
Through panes and panels of pixels
Where the finest grains are grander than you


Not the plush milk that your cheeks are made of
Or the raised lacerations
That you try to conceal with quaint, teasing flashes
And chance glances at your willowy limbs


Nor do I swoon over your neck
That you keep secret
With drapes of quiet, sandy hair
Woven into plaits on hot, sweaty days


It’s the breadth of your deep pupils
When they dilate quickly
With the excitement of good news
Somewhere under glazed spectacles


You had me at the gleaming subtlety
Of your brown eyes and immature teeth
And the nervous gliding of your fingers
When you raise your arms at measured angles


It’s the innocence you haul with your toes
That leaves a trace
When you walk around clutching books
Against your humble breasts, and up to your chin


Maybe one day you’ll show me, Loxley
How you carry the weight
Of the world on your frail shoulders
And how you choose robust words that sound soft


Still your prose collects and evokes
The tenderest songs
Born of harsh, uncompromising assaults
From the intimacy of kinship


So smile and strut for us, Loxley
Dry your eyes and hide
Beneath the embellishments you crafted
But don’t forget to open up and taste the decadence

© 2012 Nyx


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Added on May 17, 2012
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Nyx
Nyx

Manila, Philippines



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