Pantyspydded
a poem revisited

9 * 18 * 2000
8:02 AM

 

I wrote a poem once
about a moment we shared
on a hill-side, far away.
In that moment, I gave too
much of myself, more than you
could receive.
A year now, I have spent
backpedaling, reversing,
turning, turning
away from that sensation.
The sense of weightlessness
as most of who i am
and a good deal of who i want to be
drifted toward you.
I was almost translucent
in my desire to be one with you.
Today people still see through me;
I'm less than whole, still.
And when I close my eyes, I still see
myself, my wishes circling you
like airplanes waiting for landing signals.