more than real

you bought a bag of clothes,
a whistle, slightly out of key,
telling me to start undressing,
before the half-seeing mirror,
the angel on the bureau, that wasn't there
last time, you came, a whimpering animal,
red-eyed and bruised, like a stranger,
i tried to sleep, i didn't let you in,
brothels are not inns, you came to me,
because you believe, in something,
that only strangers know, between them
i'll give you the floor, just for tonight
just for you, i won't move into a new city
time to change the lock and key
throw away the potted plant you watered,
we've become more than real

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ha! This is funny...in a teasing, clever sort of way...I'm liking your work.

[highonwords]

hi fabian - thank you, you find the poem, clever, thank you for visiting and for the comment

regards,
steph

[Phil Roberts]

A "moving on" feeling to this, obviously but, it's done with depth and humanity. More than real is just right.
Excellent write :)
Phil

[highonwords]

thank you, phil, for the comment and visit - much appreciated :)

steph

[Dhaye]

When it is time to end something that doesn't worth it, it's time to change. Yet people cannot easily change because it is not easy to be real for those people who care more to see other's smile than their own from the mirror.

[highonwords]

thank you, ate dhaye, for the wonderful review and visit :)

steph

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this...loved you once...but now i am not a one night stand...and i can't be with you again...so just sleep on the floor, i will do that much, but that is it...
the real here to me...feels like a bad kind of real..the understanding that the relationship is over.

[highonwords]

thank you jacob for the wonderful visit and comment

steph